User:Mirjam Dissel/25th of November 2011: Difference between revisions

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There was a tunnel system under my parents' yard. I was sitting on top of a hole and I looked down, there was a fully furnished room down below, a guy was sitting on an office chair. There were more entries to this hole and there were more holes in the yard, leading to other underground bunkers. People were looking for me, so I rolled to the end of the grass field, and lifted it. It looked like a green mat all of a sudden. I tried to get under it, but it wasn't big enough. I pushed some white sand with my feet to make a hill from where I could hide behind. I had red jogging pants on and I thought to myself that that would stand out a lot. I ran from one corner of the yard to the backdoor of the house, passing the shed, remembering vaguely a dream about my bunny, and having lots of them. I once had another very similar dream to that, then the bunnies were inside of the tool shed, instead of in their own bunny shed. I ran past the fishpond and a dream about gigantic fish that jumped in and out of the pond popped up, and something about the drying umbrella that has now been gone for years and years, and the flowers that grow on the walls of the house. I ran past all that to the terrace and the door and went inside the kitchen. There was a man who lived there now and I pointed to a book that stood on top of the cupboards. It was bound in wood, kind of like what Snijlab does, but then the cover was kind of puffy, like those old leather bound books where the cover is a bit stuffed inside. I looked inside, and it was a photo album of our family, but it was very weird, it's as if the family never made it pas their 7 year anniversary.

outside again, house like the churchlike museum from another dream, arming myself against the zombies that are out to get me. weird guns in workshop. going outside, people halt us. going to kade, guy fools us but i kill him in the end. i'm on a bus with italian people, the seats are with the backs against the window. we're talking about movies and i'm in front of a mirror at the back of the bus, washing my upper body and face and hair, i'm all sandy. another girl is doing the same on her seat. it's completely normal.

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-There was a tunnel system under my parents' yard. I was sitting on top of a hole and I looked down, there was a fully furnished room down below, a guy was sitting on an office chair. There were more entries to this hole and there were more holes in the yard, leading to other underground bunkers. People were looking for me, so I rolled to the end of the grass field, and lifted it. It looked like a green mat all of a sudden. I tried to get under it, but it wasn't big enough. I pushed some white sand with my feet to make a hill from where I could hide behind. I had red jogging pants on and I thought to myself that that would stand out a lot. I ran from one corner of the yard to the backdoor of the house, passing the shed, remembering vaguely a dream about my bunny, and having lots of them. I once had another very similar dream to that, then the bunnies were inside of the toolshed, instead of in their own bunnyshed. I ran past the fishpond and a dream about gigantic fish that jumped in and out of the pond popped up, and something about the drying umbrella that has now been gone for years and years, and the flowers that grow on the walls of the house. I ran past all that to the terrace and the door and went inside the kitchen. There was a man who lived there now and I pointed to a book that stood on top of the cupboards. It was bound in wood, kind of like what Snijlab does, but then the cover was kind of puffy, like those old leather bound books where the cover is a bit stuffed inside. I looked inside, and it was a photo album of our family, but it was very weird, it's as if the family never made it pas their 7 year anniversary.
+There was a tunnel system under my parents' yard. I was sitting on top of a hole and I looked down, there was a fully furnished room down below, a guy was sitting on an office chair. There were more entries to this hole and there were more holes in the yard, leading to other underground bunkers. People were looking for me, so I rolled to the end of the grass field, and lifted it. It looked like a green mat all of a sudden. I tried to get under it, but it wasn't big enough. I pushed some white sand with my feet to make a hill from where I could hide behind. I had red jogging pants on and I thought to myself that that would stand out a lot. I ran from one corner of the yard to the backdoor of the house, passing the shed, remembering vaguely a dream about my bunny, and having lots of them. I once had another very similar dream to that, then the bunnies were inside of the tool shed, instead of in their own bunny shed. I ran past the fishpond and a dream about gigantic fish that jumped in and out of the pond popped up, and something about the drying umbrella that has now been gone for years and years, and the flowers that grow on the walls of the house. I ran past all that to the terrace and the door and went inside the kitchen. There was a man who lived there now and I pointed to a book that stood on top of the cupboards. It was bound in wood, kind of like what Snijlab does, but then the cover was kind of puffy, like those old leather bound books where the cover is a bit stuffed inside. I looked inside, and it was a photo album of our family, but it was very weird, it's as if the family never made it pas their 7 year anniversary.
+outside again, house like the churchlike museum from another dream, arming myself against the zombies that are out to get me. weird guns in workshop. going outside, people halt us.
+going to kade, guy fools us but i kill him in the end.
+i'm on a bus with italian people, the seats are with the backs against the window. we're talking about movies and i'm in front of a mirror at the back of the bus, washing my upper body and face and hair, i'm all sandy. another girl is doing the same on her seat. it's completely normal.