Les reves

Mercredi: 11 fevrier
J’ai eu 3 reves le nuit dernier, ou 3 reves je souven. 2 were of Mr. Pringle’s class. It was weird, because not a whole lot of special happened, Mr. P was just telling a story about when he was young. Except, the second physics dream, he was asking my about the voice acting I did for a spin-off of The Simpsons, which focused on Bart and his friends when they’re a little older (none of this is real, this is dream stuff). The last dream freaked me out though. I can’t remember, but it may have been in the physics room, too. Anyways, somehow or another I had managed to stick 3 or 4 needles through my first 2 fingers, because the dream began with my complaining about the needles. I reached to pull them out, but whenever my other hand came near, the needles wiggled and moved. I conclude that my hand was magnetized, or as I would yell later in the dream “magna-effing-tized.” So, I tried again but it hurt too much, so I went to someone else, I asked in some way for assistance in removing the numerous metal spines that pierced my fingers; however, when he moved his hand near, the needles yet again painfully twisted and writhed. This is the part where I ran around the class, adding extra profane syllables to otherwise harmless words and showing my needled fingers to everyone who dared to look. Oddly, there was no blood. Eventually, much like Arthur and Excalibur, I was forced to tough it out and wrench the things from their fleshy holding place. Due to the twist or my desperation, the first needle came out sideways, ripping my nail nearly in half - whoo, gotta take a breather here. If anyone knows how I’m like with damage to nails, you could understand the twitchiness and nausea that’s accompanying this recount. Why recount it, then? Maybe I’m a sadist. Anyways, it’s starts bleeding a little, and I realize I pulled it out wrong. Oops, back to swearing. At this point, someone much bigger then me grabbed my wrist and slid another one out. Trop beaucoup pour moi, as I figure, parce que j’ai reveillé.
Not actually sure if I finished this one or not, oh well,

Taylor en France