I had a dream about Freddy from iCarly last night. It was fucked up. His mother was very abusive towards me. Freddy and I slept in the same bed, him sleeping normally and I sleeping in the corner of the bed, and his mom was like, "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE SLEEPING ON THE COUCH MISSY!!!"
I was like, "there's nothing wrong with this."
"Oh I know how teenagers are. You two sleeping in the same bed leads to sex and sex leads to kids and kids lead to school dropping and dropping out of school leads to being poor and homeless and being poor and homeless leads to dying early."
I was very upset and got right up in her face and was like, "Well I'm a hell of a lot smarter than you are bitch, because that ain't gonna happen while I'm not married." I proceeded to stomp out of the house in my pajamas and walk home. Ms. Benson then had to talk to my mother, and Freddy drove me back to their house. She came back yelling at me that I was not to be back in this house ever again. I smiled, stood up, and turned to Freddy.
"Don't you hate being treated like a child, Freddy? How about you prove to your mom that you're old enough to decide who you want and don't want as your friends. Prove it by kissing me."
Freddy looked shocked and his mom looked as if she could kill me. He got up and kissed me. Ms. Benson grabbed me by the hair and shoved me to the floor and shoved Freddy on his couch. She dragged me through the house by my hair, ranting about how I was not to talk to Freddy, I was not to look at Freddy, I was not to touch Freddy, yada yada yada. The front of the house had six concrete/rock mixed steps. She shoved me down them. Well, being the not listener that I am, I went back to Freddy's window and was going to climb in, but, of course, his mother was there and saw me and pulled me halfway in the window by my hair.
"What the hell do you think you're doing."
I laughed. "It'd be a shame if my grip faltered and I fell, pulling you through the window with me. There's a thorn bush out there, I think that'd hurt an old women like you."
"You don't have the balls."
I laughed again an looked her straight in the eyes. "Oh know, my grip is failing." I slid my fingers closer to the edge of the window. She growled and shoved me off, causing me to go into the thorn bush. She sneered at me and slammed the window shut. I had cuts and bruises all over me from her. Abusive old hag. Needless to say, I woke up then.
A couple nights ago, I had a dream about Pewdiepie. It's like my school was having a ton of haunted houses up for a fund raiser. Pewds was there, but it was like he went to my school. And neither of us had a relationship going on. Well, we happened to be going through together. I mean, it was a group of us, but Pewds and I were left behind. It was super dark, so I kept ahold of his hand so I wouldn't get lost. It wasn't like a romantic holding hands, it was just holding hands. We got chased by the bro, if you've seen his episodes you know who I'm talkin about, and he was like, "NO! CRYSTAL!" And shielded me. Ha, it was a poofer. That stupid bro. He's like, "FUCKING POOFERS MAN!!!" He got off me, we tripped while running, and we continued through the house. We kept getting scared and he ended up putting his arm around me. When it was all over, he didn't take it off me. But he did take my hand again, this time our fingers were intertwined like a romantic hand holding. He's like, "So, what's your take on loaning people money? Them be like, 'hey! Give me 40 bucks! I wanna go to red lobster.'" I said red lobster sounded fucking amazing and he goes, "Well, I could be your escort there." It was just an awww moment. I felt myself blushing and was like, "Okay, Felix. I'll think about it."
That dream was just awesome. I mean, come on. Pewds asked me out, and it wasn't even like a cheesy pick up line either. Demy thought it was a pretty awesome dream too. Kaiden, however, just thinks that Pewdiepie came to our school and I met him. Which is true! But it's not the whole truth. He's been researching crap that has to do with our zodiac and he said that my zodiac are very doubting people, and that we will be a perfect match as long as I don't start doubting him. And considering I rarely have dreams about him, that might make him worry a little. The last dream I had about him wasn't good and it showed either a) doubt in him or b) doubt in myself. I walked into the gym and he was making out with The Fattie. So, it could have been seen as yes, doubt in him, but also doubt in myself that I'm not good enough and she was seen as an upgrade. He thinks I'm starting to doubt him so I can't freaking tell him most of my dreams. I don't understand why he gets upset about when I dream of people I'll never even meet. I mean, come on. I'll never meet them. But he believes in the one percent yada yada yada.
Okay, I've ranted enough. You guys don't care. I'm sure you stopped reading a long time ago. I'm not as exciting as the others, but I don't care. I'm still tryin to keep the views up, and it's the thought that counts, right?
Crystal Poppin
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