I guess you could say this has substance.

Shanel and I were outside the Marlborough (to which the Garrick is attached) except we were in Ontario somewhere. Behind the hotel, where we were, was a really nice back lane as far as back lanes go. She and I were sitting in some cubby in the wall across the street, playing cards, and then a bunch of people in Nightwish and other metal band shirts started gathering at the back door. They started calling for Tuomas, so Shanel and I hopped down (and the alley changed into some really nice place you might see outside the Manitoba Museum, except better kept since it's in Ontario, after all) and I grabbed my Nightwish hoodie and Shanel grabbed something, but I can't remember what. I asked her if she had a camera and she said, "Why? You planning on getting a picture with him?" but I didn't answer because the crowd had grown so much and there were fangirls screaming Tuomas' name, so I figured he had to be there. I pushed to the front of the crowd and there was Tuomas, looking like he did during the Century Child times, signing a bunch of autographs and being really nice. I didn't stop though, and I went into the hotel.

Inside, the carpet was purple and it was some fancy restaurant, except it went up super high and there was like individual balconies for each table. As we headed up, I saw that the hoodie I held was actually a Manowar hoodie. I asked Shanel whose it was and how I'd got it, but she didn't reply. Instead, she started freaking out 'cause she forgot her camera, and she ran to a spiral staircase and started going downstairs as fast as she could. The stairs were also carpeted in purple carpets, and were in really ratty condition. I called for her to wait up and take the Manowar hoodie and get my Nightwish one, but she was already long gone. So I rushed around a table to chase after her, only the stairs there were really steep, like a ladder, and there was no handrail or anything. A young girl and her family were eating at the table below and she gave me a really weird look and started walking up the stairs when I freaked out because I almost fell (we were like..epically high. The view of the inside of the hotel was as high up as the view of downtown from my mom's office is). I decided to take the escalator but it was really long and steep, and as I stepped on I thought to myself that it would definitely be going fast because of gravity. It was. At some point, I fell onto my stomach and the escalator changed into one of those moving sidewalks like at the airports, still going fast/ Somewhere along the line, I wound up going through a clear tunnel, but the tunnel started to get smaller and smaller, and the escalator-thing started to slow down, and I stopped like two inches from a clear divider that had a fan in the middle. I could see people on the other side, and there was this blond woman (who looked suspiciously like Wendy from my mom's old work) who looked completely petrified and was trying to warn me of something, but I couldn't hear her. Suddenly I knew that my escalator was going to start going in the opposite direction, and started inwardly freaking out because I hadn't reached the bottom yet. The fan started turning in front of my face and when the escalator started, it didn't go in the opposite direction, it went straight forward. I stuck my hands on either side of the fan, on the clear divider, to keep from hitting it, and I was really, really scared.

And then I woke up.

This is the dream I had last night. When I woke up I had that same rush/nervousness/whatever you wanna call it as you get when you wake up from a falling dream (we've all had those, right?). So when I woke up from this one, at 3 am, I quickly wrote it on the closest piece of paper I could find. It was so vivid. Because usually, in my dreams, I see things from the third-person, as though I were a fly on the wall watching things happen, and this dream started like that, until I went to go on the escalator and then I was myself, and I was feeling all freaked out, and I thought I was going to die. Of course it sounds lame to read it in writing, but I'm sure we've all had those dreams where really, logically, they're silly things to be scared of, but in dreamland you are.

Like, the last nightmare, real nightmare, I had was in BC last summer. I dreamt that Jack the Ripper was going to kill my family, and I kept trying to warn them but no one would listen to me, until he showed up at a neighbour's party. There were other stupid things in the dream that were very relevant to what was going on, like there were these little eggs that were like blackish-green and kind of rubbery that Jack would leave everywhere and he wore a mask like Jason's. And this was absolutely terrifying in the dream, but to look at it now, it's like, "Wtf? Eggs?". In the dream, he did actually kill my dad, and he almost killed my bro, but Holly was completely oblivious, and I kept trying to warn her. Also in that dream, Aiden was like...14. Which was weird, because I was still 16.

I said this would be a post with no substance, but then I had that dream, and so now it is :p

And sorry, Sarah, for being a shitty friend and ditching you two days in a row :(
I hope you don't mind too much. I didn't mean to, I just forgot.

AND I have the best dad ever! I asked him a few weeks ago to look for the Kerrang! magazine that had Ville Valo on the cover (more for the interview with Anette at the end, though Ville was a nice bonus), and I got it in the mail today! He never even told me he'd found it! I didn't know if he'd actually look for me, but he did and awww....I wish he lived here so I could give him a big hug. (I asked him to find this magazine for me because it never arrived in Winnipeg. Goddamn imported magazines.)

Anyways, this is what I drew for my mom:

I'm sure that there's grammatical errors like mad in the German and Swedish versions, but I did the best I could given the free online translators I had helping me. Think she'll like it? I tried drawing a dragonfly for her instead (because she likes dragonflies), but I failed, so I drew this instead. And yes, I am aware that the thumb is short and it's tormenting me, but I can't be bothered to fix it. I didn't have a picture to copy, so given that, I think I did alright.
What do you think?

Well, I'm leaving soon to meet Jessica at the mall, so I'm going to leave you with that, and please remember that comments bring me great deals of joy, and I'm going to try to resist posting for a bit (don't count on me being gone for long though heh).

Currently Listening: Sometimes by Papa Roach

I never know what you want.
I never know what you need.
It was different from the start,
When you cut me in two,
I never thought I would bleed.
I am searching for the answers.