I went to bed pretty early last night, planning to get up early so I could work on my Halloween costume and get some stuff done before I had to go to work. My alarm went off a little before 7:00, and I woke up to hit the snooze, but it was so cold and it was raining really hard outside, so I curled back up under my covers to get warm again and ended up falling back asleep. I didn't wake up again until almost 11:00!! DX I slept away my entire morning! Laaaaaame!

I did however have an ( interesting dream )

SOMEONE STOLE MY CAR!! ... Okay, not really. I just had a dream that someone stole him. I dreamed that I went outside and my car was gone! I was extremely upset, obviously. Then Jess and I went out walking and I SAW him! Some guy was driving him, and he was all beat-up looking. His paint was all scuffed up and dull, and his rear-view mirror was broken off, and it looked like someone had pried his spoiler off with a crowbar! T_T The driver stopped and he had the window down, so I ran at him screaming "THAT'S MY CAR, YOU SON OF A BITCH! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" and he tried to drive away, but I jumped on the back, holding on to the remaining vestiges of the spoiler, and cursed and screamed until I woke up. Thaaat was weird.

The next night I had a dream that Grandma came over and told me that she'd bought me another car. O_o It was still at the car lot, so I had to drive Jack to the car lot to see the new car. It was a brand new mustang, the same color as Jack. It was supposedly a 2011 model, and it had a different body style that looked more like a 2000 mustang (which I'm not terribly fond of. I think they look too much like a 2-door version of a taurus.) So I didn't know what to make of it. I wasn't all hot to trade Jack in, even for a newer and fancier car, but particularly not for one that doesn't even look as cool as him. Grandma insisted that I take the new car for a drive, though. So, feeling like a traitor, I got in the fancy new mustang and took it for a drive. It had all the fun options (remote starter, keyless entry, fancy stereo, etc.) and it was a hard-top convertible, which is exciting because I generally don't like convertibles because the rag-tops aren't secure even when they're up. Anyway, I drove the new car around for a while, and I was incredibly conflicted. The new car was very swanky but I didn't like the body style, where as I love the way Jackie looks and I'm incredibly attached to him. So I still couldn't decide what to do by the time I woke up.

I just thought it was odd that I had two dreams about my car in a row. o_O I do love my car. I'm just relieved that neither of those dreams actually happened. I'd hate to lose Jack, whether it be due to him being stolen, or because I was lured into trading him for some stupid new model. XP

Okay. I think that's enough rambling about my car. o_o;

I had a dream last night that I was making out with Peter Cullen and it was REALLY FREAKING WEIRD!! O_O;;

I had a weird dream last night. I rarely have dreams that I remember, and it’s even more unusual for me to have dreams which involve my favorite fictional characters. I don’t remember all of it, but I’ll try to write as much as I can. I don’t remember much of the small details, so I’ll only quote dialogue if I remember the exact phrase spoken.



I found an infant who had the power to work miracles. People from all around the world would send written requests and prayers to the child, and the child would grant their requests. Megatron learned of the child’s existence and came to kidnap him. Megatron brought me along as well, because he knew the child would need a caretaker. He kept us in a cold grey room in the Decepticon base, and he allowed the written prayers to continue being brought to the child. Megatron hoped that the child would be so overwhelmed with requests that he would begin granting them all without discretion, and that way he could have his own requests granted as well. His plan worked. The child was so overrun with requests that he began to grow resentful, because it seemed that everyone just wanted to use his gift. He began granting all of the requests without discrimination. He didn’t even read the requests, he just granted them, which created chaos.

One day, among the requests, came a letter from Optimus Prime saying that he was coming to rescue us. Megatron laughed and remarked, “That reminds me, I haven’t said a prayer for Optimus Prime lately.”

That night the child told me that he was skeptical of Optimus Prime’s motivation. He suspected that Optimus just wanted to use him like everyone else. I told him that I didn’t think Optimus wanted anything more than to protect him, and he trusted my judgment because I was the one person who had never wanted anything from him. I had only ever stayed by his side, doing my best to provide him the love and care that every child deserves, and asking for nothing in return. He wondered idly if Megatron had written a prayer for some sort of harm to befall Optimus. I hugged the child to my chest and said “I hope not…because I love him.” Nothing more was said, but it was understood that the child would make a conscious effort to prevent anything bad from happening to Optimus from that point on.

Some time later, the child and I managed to escape. I don’t know how we managed it, because Optimus never did come to save us. He has been captured by some sort of secret society who all drove disgusting pumpkin-orange colored vehicles. I sent the child to a safe place and set off to try to help Optimus. I went to the campus of the state university and I saw that the parking lot of the Telecommunications building was full of pumpkin-orange cars, so I assumed that the building was headquarters for the secret society. I quietly snuck around the side of the building to find that, in between the Telecommunications building and the library, some kind of mechanized arena of torture had been constructed. Optimus was imprisoned inside the arena, and he was struggling to escape. He saw me outside the arena, and he reached out toward me. I couldn’t tell if he was pleading for help, or trying to warn me to stay away. Then Megatron came.

I don’t think Megatron even noticed that I was there, but he was angry. He started tearing apart the arena from the outside just as people dressed in orange and white suits started running out of the Telecommunications building.



That’s about when I woke up, tightly clutching my Optimus plushie to my chest. The dream struck me as odd because, as much as I obsess over Transformers, I’d never had a dream about them before. Even aside from that, though, the dream still seemed particularly strange… I dunno. Just thought I’d share it. I go to bed nao.