September 12th, 2005

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Had a spooky dream last night. Any of you who read Keely's journal know what she thinks about ghosts. Perhaps this dream was a result of us talking about the supernatural or something.

The two of us were in one of the houses that we clean (well, that she cleaned) and for some reason, we had to spend the night. The house was empty. We set up a bed in the kitchen (it was a real bed, too, with bedposts and everything). We went to sleep. A while later, I woke up, but kept my eyes closed. I could feel something in the room with us.

Now, when Keels says she can feel ghosts, I kinda know what she means. Tingly, prickly sensation. But for me, I always figured that was me just being paranoid. Well, in the dream, I knew there was something in the room with us...there's no way what I was feeling was paranoia. My entire back and the nape of my neck tingled to the extent that I wouldn't have been able to move even if I wanted to. I had the chills, but also hot flashes. It was behind me, I could feel it.

And then...

It tried to roll me over. I could feel myself lifting and starting to roll, but I fought back. I didn't want Keely to wake up because I knew she would totally freak out, but she did anyway.

My hippo Ian was on the dresser (yes, in the kitchen) and was blinking at me. That freaked me out too, because he's a plush hippo. I thought maybe he was possessed. But he just looked bewildered. I told him to stay on the dresser and "protect" us (which was my subtle, clever way of saying "stay over there, away from me"), a duty which he seemed to enjoy, but then the thing picked Ian up and hovered him toward me. It scared Ian, I could tell, and when the ghost dropped him on the bed, he buried his head in my chest and shuddered. So I decided he wasn't an evil plush hippo, just one that had somehow come alive for a while.

Anyway, the presence didn't stop there. It kept floating stuff at us and dropping it on the bed, even after I asked it to stop. Looking back, I'm wondering if maybe it was trying to please us, much like a dog bringing sticks or a cat bringing dead and dying mice.

Our bed was off the floor a bit, too. I don't know what Keels was doing, but my guess is she was in shock. To tell the truth, so was I, a bit. But I think the tingling was this thing's way of waking me up, because after I awakened, it wasn't so strong.

Then, of course, no one back at the office believed us.
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Memes from Moogle Girl

I do believe I've already done this one, but what the hell.

1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this (the questions) on your journal. You MUST. It is written.


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The object of the game is to stump the person writing the journal. I've been writing in my live journal since summer 2003, and can't possibly remember all the topics I've talked about in that time. Your job, if you choose to accept it, is to go into the archives of my journal and pull out a random quote, only from public posts, and then my job will be to see if I can remember what I was talking about.

I promise not to cheat, but you will have to just trust me on that.

You tell me if I'm remotely right or wrong. Please don't pick a quote that's so random that it could apply to anything, like "feh" or "Damn it!" or something equally general. Pick something that might actually be about something.


I'm telling you right now, I will suck at this one.
Brilliant!

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Recap: I work at a national Maid service (last day is Friday OMGYAAAAY)

I wrote this letter on behalf of one of my coworkers, because it (thankfully) didn't happen to me.
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