Countdown to Showtime & the Sucky Dream From Hell

*Cries incessantly* I don't like being grounded from the computer. I haven't been online for 5 days! 5 days! Forget being drawn and quartered and all those various horrible forms of torture... being grounded from the computer has got to be the worst. Oh yes, and "periodic" cramps. I've had those for these past 5 days too. *Shakes fist at no one in particular*

Oh man, I had the suckiest dream I've ever had the night before last. In the dream, my mom was still living here at Dad's house. (In reality, my parents are divorced, and I alternate between my mom's house and my dad's.) Zach and I were sitting at the computer when Dad came back from his bike ride. Oh yes, and Mom had gone for a walk. Dad grimly explained to Zach and I that the Taliban guys were out front, and that they were taking random American families to live in a concentration camp, and that we had been chosen.

At the concentration camp, Osoma Bin Laden told us we could go back home for one hour and say goodbye to whoever (I know, doesn't sound like Bin Laden, does it?). Mom was still out for a walk, but my grandma and grandpa Z. showed up and drove us around the neighborhood until we found Mom. I told her what was going on, and she said, "Oh, now that just doesn't make sense. Why would they let you come back home to tell everyone where you were going? I mean, we could alert the media!" Mom had a point, but Dad, Zach and I still had to go back to the concentration camp. There, the American prisoners were running a college course on how to break out of there. However, one of the Taliban guys caught me reading the textbook, and was about to kill me when I woke up.

When I woke up, I was thinking, Okay, how long do I have until I have to go back to the concentration camp? Eventually, I realized it had been a dream, and calmed down. Oh yeah, but I did want to point out that during the dream, I kept thinking how greatful I should be that God let me have the time that I did with my family and friends, and how I'd taken my freedom for granted all this time. When I woke up, I was kind of like Scrooge on Christmas morning (especially since my mom's house it decorated like a Winter Wonderland). I hugged Mom and all my pets and told them how thankful I was to have them. So, as scary as that dream was, it actually taught me to really count my blessings. *Nods contentedly*.

Zach, Mom, Mike and I all kicked off our holidays this past Thursday! For those of you who don't know, my mom found this lovely Christmas tradition idea in a magazine when Zach and I were little. It's called "kicking off the holidays." What you do is put presents under a big, white blanket or towel, make it look like snow, and tie ribbons to the presents that are underneath the towel. Then each person grabs their ribbon, and pulls their present out from underneath the towel. My present this year was a Make-Your-Own-Snowglobe package, and it's awesome! You put your own pics in them. And we got Mom the new Shania CD. *Beams*

Me, Mom and Zach at Carrie's open house last summer

Mom and Zach came to theatre practice with me last Thursday! It was so much fun, and I think I did a better job with my acting, knowing they were watching. I was backstage with my "co-workers" most of the night, but Zach brought his camera, and we both took a few pictures of everyone acting out their parts and such. I shall have to scan them later, so you can all see my theatre pals that I never shut up about, heh. My mom agrees with me that Don has a sooper touching monolouge. She said, "I just liked having an excuse to look at him for a long period of time." Heh, so she agrees with me that he is one of the hottest guys ever, too. But he is taken. *Pouts* I'm actually getting kind of nervous now that showtime is in sight. Thursday night at 8:00 will be our first performance, and I think we're all a little anxious. Well, I s'pose I'd better be going so I can get ready for dress rehearsal tonight. *Freaks out*


--Holly :-D

I Went to Los Angeles Last Night

...at least in a dream! (By the way, this entry was ALSO The Hot Chocolate Theory, but FOD won't let me delete it, and so, I am editing it into a new entry.) I've been having these really vivid dreams lately, and they're usually nightmares. *Cowers under the covers* Nightmares are never good things.

Here's my dream from last night: My dad and brother had just picked me up from my mom's house, and we were on our way to dinner. But, as usual, we couldn't seem to agree on a restaurant. Somehow, we managed to get to the airport without me noticing... and then we boarded a plane without me noticing. *Shrugs* My dream self is pretty oblivious, isn't she? Anyhoo, I'm sitting in an aisle seat, talking to my dad when I realize I'm on a plane. I was like, "Um, Dad, why are we on a plane?" He replied, "Well, we couldn't agree on a restaurant, so I told Zach he could pick tonight. He chose a restaurant in Los Angelos, so that's where we're going."

On the plane, I made friends with a bunch of people who had been to LA previously. I kept whining to these people about how my family usually goes to Las Vegas, and how I was very angry that we were going to LA. One of my plane-friends decided to open up a Rainforest Cafe giftshop right there, on the plane. She told me I should lose my amethyst ring, because it wasn't meant to be my birthstone. For some reason, I was like, "Oh, okay then," and tossed me beloved amethyst ring in the trash. My plane-friend replaced my birthstone ring with an ugly green ring that I didn't like at all, but I gladly paid for it.

Once we reached LA, Zach, Dad and I got off the plane, and walked into the airport. Only it wasn't an airport. It was a mall. Every shop we went into, someone would sell us something without us knowing. After about 15 stores, I realized that I was carrying a bunch of stuffed animals and shoes that I didn't want.

And so, that was my dream. Stupid dream-Zach, making us go to Los Angeles for dinner... Next time, he'd better settle for the Olive Garden! Alright, I'm going to go to my mom's to have dinner because theater practice is going to be from 6:30 till 10:00 tonight, so I need to eat early. Laaaaater.

--Holly Rachael :-D

Babies, Kittens, Nightmares, Oh My!

Time: 6:00 P.M.
I'm Wearing: Blue "United We Stand" shirt w/ glittery American flag, blue shorts and flip flops.
My Hair Is: In a high ponytail w/ a blue ribbon.
I Last Ate: Cheeseless pizza at Fazoli's.
Holly's Song Pick of the Day: "I Miss You" by Darren Hayes.
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Duuuuuuude, I had the creepiest nightmare last night! Check this out:

I was alone at my mom's house with my cat, Daria. Even though she's been fixed, she was somehow pregnant, and due to have her kittens any second. Suddenly, though, I got a call from my best friend, Sarah. She said she was in an abandoned hospital, in labor! She was having a baby (no, she's not really pregnant)! Sarah said she needed my help right away.

I knew I had to go, help my friend, but I couldn't just leave my poor cat there to have her kittens all by herself! Thankfully, my brother, Zach showed up almost immediately and began delivering Daria's kittens.

I ran to my car and sped away, searching desperately for an old, abandoned hospital. When I couldn't find one, I called Sarah's cell, and her boyfriend, Justin answered. He gave me directions, and I finally made it there.

When I got inside, I found Sarah in a hospital bed, and Justin passed out on the floor. I asked her what happened to him, and she said he passed out while trying to deliver the baby. So, it was all up to me to deliver the kid. Don't ask me why she didn't call a doctor instead of me, heh.

I remember thinking, I wish Sarah would stop screaming like she's on the Power Tower, it would make it a lot easier to deliver this baby. Despite my splitting migrain, though, I somehow managed to deliver Sarah's baby. Justin woke up immediately when he heard the baby crying, and they both asked me if it was a boy or a girl. I told them it was a girl, and Sarah decided to call her Rachael (my middle name).

Just as I handed Justin his and Sarah's new baby, her cell phone rang. I answered it, and it turned out to be my brother, at my mom's house. He said, "Holly, hurry! I'm delivering Daria's kittens, but the kittens just won't stop coming! There are more of them than will fit in this house! HELP!"

When I got to Mom's house, it was like 101 Dalmations with kittens instead of dogs. Then I woke up and my other cat, Amy, was licking my forehead.

--Holly Rachael :-D

Nightmares SUCK!

Time: 3:18 P.M.
I'm Wearing: Blue Old Navy T-shirt and shorts.
I Last Ate: Corn flakes with banana and soy milk.
Holly's Song Pick For Today: "I Want You Bad" by The Offspring.
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Duuuuuuude, I had the worst nightmare of my *life* last night! I figure I had such a bad nightmare because I had a horrible pain in my back when I went to sleep. So anyway, here's the nightmare:

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My entire family moved into this huge house that I built on The Sims. My family, my step-family, my extended family... *all of us*. I went to sleep for the night, but I woke up to the ringing of the phone. I got out of bed to answer it, and this guy said, "This is the police. Your family is disturbing the peace." I was like, "Disturbing the peace? How can they be, they're all asleep!" But the policeman said, "Miss, you're mistaken. They're all on a camping trip."

I looked all around the house, and sure enough, none of my family members were there! I started crying because no one had invited me on the camping trip. I couldn't get back to sleep because I was so upset, so I turned on the TV. To my surprise, my family was *on* the TV! They all appeared to be getting washed away by a huge flood of marshmallows, shaving cream and sewage.

I didn't know where my family was, but I was determined to get out there and find them. I ran down what felt like a million flights of stairs, and that's where I found them. I started sifting through the mess, trying to find family members, but then I heard a voice. It was Spider-Man! He and M.J. were there, and Spider-Man told me he'd already rescued all of my family members, and taken them home.

By the time I got back home, it was morning, and my whole family was sleeping. I was fuming. How could they have gone on a camping trip without inviting me? I tried slamming doors to make enough racket to wake all of them up so I could yell at them, but the doors didn't make any sound! I finally decided to stomp through the house, screaming at the top of my lungs. "CARRIE, WAKE UP! MOM, GET OUT HERE! GRANDMA AND GRANDPA, COME HERE! ZACH, DAD, WAKE *UP*!"

No one came out of their room, so I went to each individual room and demanded that each of them tell me why they hadn't invited me on the camping trip. They all told me the same thing. "Holly, we didn't want you with us. We didn't want *you* in the way while we were trying to have fun!"

Crying very noisily, I ran to my mom's room and asked her if she didn't want me with her. She said, "That's right. You'd be too much trouble, and none of us really like you anyway."

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I woke up from the nightmare crying just as noisily as I'd been crying in the dream. I was banging on the wall next to my bed, and kicking the matress. What a *horrible* dream!

--Holly Rachael :-(

A sad, but strangely happy dream...

I've been pretty fed up with people at school. Sometimes, they're so noisy and annoying that I can't even concentrate on my work. Last week, I kept thinking about my old friends from Carman-Ainsworth, and I wished they were there with me. No matter how idiotic some kids acted, they could cheer me up.

In my dream, I was sitting in my math class with a bunch of jerks who kept yelling stupid things at the top of their lungs. I was so upset by them, I took the worksheet I was doing, and crumped it up. I looked at my watch and realized the class was almost over. I willed myself not to cry, but I couldn't help it, and silent tears ran down my face.

I tried my best to block the idiots at my table out, but then I heard the morons at the table behind me. They were tormenting some kid because he never said anything to them. I thought, "Well, duh" because no one in their right mind would talk to these cretins. When I turned around, I saw who they were tormenting... it was my old friend from Carman-Ainsworth, Brendon! The two guys in my school I hate the most were pushing Brendon and smacking him, so I got up and punched them both in the face. *Me*! I never punch *anybody*!

As soon as I got the butt-holes away from Brendon, I saw everybody watching me. I gave them all a lecture about how much better Brendon was than all of them. I said he was going to be somebody simply because he *didn't* hang out with people like them. I told them what a great person Brendon was, and how sweet and helpful he was to everyone. I told them I hated them all, and then I stormed out of the classroom.

When I got outside, I noticed it was lunch time, but I called my mom to come, pick me up from school anyway. As my mom pulled up in the school's parking lot, I saw Brendon walking up to me. He told me thank you for telling those guys where to stick it, and then he hugged me. The hug was really comforting to me, I guess I really miss Brendon I lot more than I thought. I started crying again, and when I pulled away, I saw that Brendon was crying too. Then he told me he loved me, and my mom honked.

As I got into my mom's car and waved goodbye to him, I realized I loved him, too. Then I woke up. I felt really serene, and happy, but I felt sad too. As I got out of bed and looked in the mirror, I saw that I really was crying.

GAAAH! What a creepy dream!

Oooookay, that was weird. I just woke up, and I had this really freaky dream that seemed too real for comfort, and now I'm all jumpy, which sucks.

In the dream, my family and friends were trying to figure out who this mysterious local murderer was. Sarah, Zach, Bobby and I all went to the mall to try and look for this murderer in a Mystery Machine type of van.

When we got to the mall, we saw that they'd added an "America Online" store and that it had a small line to wait in. We decided to go there, but when I got up to the front of the line, I saw that my friends had left me, and that the line was now circled in police tape, and a cop greeted me at the door. That freaked me out really bad, so I ducked under the police tape and ran to find my friends. As I was running, I noticed a dark ally that had never been at the mall before, so I went to check it out (for some stupid reason). Suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind, and I immediately assumed it was the killer, and my whole life flashed before my eyes. But then he let me go, and I turned around to see that it was Bobby who had grabbed me. I was like, "Bobby, what are you doing?!" and he said, "Let's go. We've got to get to your dad's house right now."

When we got to Dad's house, Sarah and Zach were sitting in the living room, surprisingly not making out like they usually are. I sat next to Sarah on the couch, and the next thing I knew, Bobby drew a gun on us and aimed it at me. Zach jumped up and tried to pry the gun away from him, but Bobby pulled the trigger and shot Sarah. She screamed and I started crying when I saw the blood gushing out of her arm. Zach rushed to Sarah's side, and I got up and glared at Bobby, who said, "Zach's next." I asked, "What can I do to make you stop?" and he said, "Go out with me." Hello?! Before I found out he was an insane murdering psycho, he was the one who wouldn't go out with *me*! I looked at Sarah and Zach again, and then back at Bobby, saying, "Okay." He kissed me, and I was actually enjoying it, but thinking, "This guy shot my best friend! He's killed people I go to school with!" when suddenly, I heard a gun shot. He had shot Zach. I begged Bobby to let me call the cops, but he reminded me that they were all at the America Online store, investigating the murders he had commited. No matter what I did, I couldn't save my brother and best friend.

Dear... God... that was... creepy. I don't know what that dream meant, but I've gotta find some place that does dream analysis. *Shudders*.

--Holly the "Holy" Zintel ():-)