this was set in a time of the now and the past. old and present. most shot in 1st person except for some shots.

a small group of people were playing hookey. most of us either chilled in a car in the dusty, dirty, old-western style road of a parking lot, or wandered the streets around it.
i had to go into photography class for some reason , and a girl approached me. she asked if i knew where Torrie was. she was in my group, but continued to wander so as to not draw suspicion to herself and the rest of the group. however, i told her i knew where she was, not wanting to lie, and the girl took that as she was absent so as to keep us out of trouble.
afterward, i wandered into the Bio room. it looked as if it were a combination of how Ms. Kennedy's room and Mark's room was laid out. they were disecting things, and had big, electric contraptions set up to test things. i stole a scalpel like device (maybe looking like a pen or fan shape though) whose blade was about as long as my hand. and then i also stole a serrated knife with a slight curve near the tip about 3 inches longer then my hand. i walked out with them without a hitch.
we proceeded as a group to walk into the Gym. old steel catwalks loomed overhead, but the ony entrance was thruogh a door which was padlocked from the inside. we stood on the bottom level where years of physical education ground the earth into a hard surface that gently crunched beneath yuor feet and was as hard as a rock. \
i passed out the scalpel to a girl, and then a knife that i had on my belt to Alex. i kept the serrated knife. we spread out across the room, in waiting.
suddenly, a big bull came out. eyes wld with horror, big shaggy black coat with a brown spot on the neck. he charged through the room, sending a cloud of smoke up behind him as he ran off. he turned and headed for me and another bloke. i dodged out of the way, not noticing the scrapes along my arms. Alex followed on his heeels as if he was aided the speed of the spirit of the panther. he slahed the bull's foreleg. the beast growled and shouted with agony. the guy next to me stabbed the beast in the back, and i got him in the neck. the serrated blade dug in deep, and i could see the knife's contours through the tough flesh.
Adrenaline pounded through my veins as i pulled out the bloodied knife and walked away for a moment. when i came back, Alex cut a hole into the beast.
"a piece of the most prized meat to the killer?" he offered.
i stooped over the dead animal and smelled the fresh blood. i reached into the cavity, with knife in hand and cut off a piece of the heart. i tried to down it right off, but it was so squishy and weird that i needed water to help me get it down. i drank from an abandoned water bottle, ate the meat and then chased it down with more of the beverage. blood clung to my finger tips. i knelt down and grabbed the scalpel in my let hand, holding the serrated blade with my right.
and then the doors busted open. through the central door of the facility, walked the king. he was tall and muscular, but his strength was concealed under a mountain of black furs and behind a shiny, golden crown.
someone placed a big black umbrella in my hand. i immediately braced. with a clatter and a clang, i felt the crown hit my shield and clang against the floor.
i tried to run out, but gaurding each doorway was a man dressed in similar, althugh lesser quality furs. there were 8 other men besides the king, and each one of them herded us towards the center of the room. the king, glowering angrily at the biggest man of our bunch, gripped his short sword and flung it at Alex's chest.
an agonising cry escaped my lips, and i woke up, feeling fear all over my body and in my fingertips as i left my bed.

i was over at Tanner's house getting ready for a race. basically, i was just chilling, petting his cats (not just roxy), until i had to get dressed. Maelia was over there too with somebody with Anja's voice (i don't remember face, i only remember a dark and light blue clothing, dark colors possibly velvet.) doing their makeup. previously, she came in with mediocre makeup, but after Mae finished with her, she looked silver and almost spirit like.
Flash to the way to the race. all of his cats (6 i think in the dream) were in the car nuzzling against me and him.
fade to the race itself. in front of me racing fast is a pack of 6 dogs pulling me across frozen, snow covered ground with a lick of fresh powder.
next thing i know, i'm back in town, holding a cat and walking to (judging from the route taken) boyfriend's house. on my way, i see a group of traveling homeless minstrels who took up residence on the corner of that main road and i think Van Ness. there was a small shack built as a sun room in the back. most of the homeless stayed in there, where there was drumming and singing, and guitar strumming (they were even mic'd and amp'd). outside though, a really eclectic guy was dancing in the rain, playing the harmonica (but sounded like a flute), one of those deer hoof anklets. he had dreads hanging down half his back (imagine my hair length to a guy equivalent in dreadlock form). he smiled, nodded, and went back to dancing.
whilst i kept walking. i continued to pet the cat, who was somehow able to stay mostly dry, as i walked in moonlit tears. all i'm left with is the scent if rain in my nostrils and an ache in my bones.

i kind of want to model again. i used to all the time in photography class. with abolishing the portrait studio to something that is not required, i no longer have the support of my class peoples to get the people i need to help me. i can neither model, nor take portraits if i don't have anoter person to do the role.

if you are interested and are where i live, talk to me, eh?

i had a dream that i was killed by him last night. i hate to think what that means....

so i was in a hotel room with a bunch of guys- nost, if not all, were drunk. the walls were a creamish color, with the bedsheets some black, gold, red and green pattern. we were pretty much partying. then, someone got a friendish look on their face, started talking weird... after asking another bloke some questions, he got a long stick and beat the guy to death.
later in the night, i saw some guy on the computer on what looked like the boffing website for my clan. he too died, but his eyes bled out.
another man, who was laying at the foot of the bed, left his mouth open for the most part in a half daze. he still spoke, but the mouth didn't move except in explicitly passionate moments. looking at him from the side, it looked as if misty spirits were leaving his body, or stealing his life essence. during the biggest blast if spiritual energy, the view shifted from live action to sketchy manga panel view (sorta like this kind of style [link] ). it shifted to manga view afew times, but thats the only image i distinctly remember.
another bloke shoved the guy aside at the computer and checked the website too. he died, but by the hand of someone in the room (who oddly looked kinda like Clover)... his jaw was ripped out.
when i got on the computer, not wanting to talk to anyone, i woke up to these closing words: "don't worry; this is just how we play."


this was my dream lest we say: i did not want to get out of bed this morning.
i wonder what triggered this dream? it's my most vivid in a long time.