Bunny Love

Once again my brain loves me; I had another kick ass Avenger dream last night. This time I was Rogue from X-Men and had to help them find Loki. Wolverine was there as well and at one point he was talking to me about Gambit and if I had forgiven him (for what I have no idea). The next few details are fuzzy, but I end up finding Loki (in my dream he was Hiddleston) somewhere in the desert where he seems to be confused and doesn't really know who he is. I try to help him out, but it turns out it was a trap. Something else happens and I try to get away but I can't and then all of a sudden he's kissing me. Now being Rogue of course this is a bad idea, but that was his plan all along. Again I am fuzzy on the details about what happens next, but what I do remember next is that I'm in a showdown with Iron Man, Captain America, and Wolverine. A big battle ensues and I guess I am good again or something because the next thing I remember is that I'm at SHIELD HQ. Then I wake up. >.<

Seriously, why hasn't anyone made anything to DVR our dreams? LOL Where's Christopher Nolan when you need him?

I just got home from the hospital. Tonight my dad, who is a bus driver, got assaulted by some crazy guy because he wouldn't give him a free ride. The guy just started beating my dad over the head with a Thermos and went ape shit. All over a stupid $3.75 bus fare. Long story short is that a few people came to my dad's aid and the police and ambulance were called in. The guy who assaulted my dad didn't run, so the police were able to arrest him and take him away. Dad was taken to emergency and had x-rays and a CT scan done on his jaw and head and thankfully everything looks okay and he's already home. He'll be sore and bruised, but we're just so thankful that this lunatic didn't have a knife or a gun or some other kind of weapon otherwise things could be a lot worse.

And you know what? I was a witness to all of this only I didn't know it. The Starbucks I work at is across the parking lot from the bus exchange where he stops at and that's where the guy got on. I was working tonight and at I could see all the police cars, ambulance and stuff happening but I was too far away to actually see that it was my dad. We all just thought that someone had an accident or something, but nope, it was my daddy getting wailed on. I phoned my mum on my break and I just casually mentioned what I say and then she said she got a call from Karen (the bus dispatcher/main operator for everyone at the bus company) and well, you know.

I swear if I wasn't about to start university in September I think I would move to some tiny island somewhere. Can life just not be complicated for two minutes? Please?

oronena, your card arrived today! Thank you so much! And I'm almost halfway through season 2 of Bones. ^__^ ♥

Ok, ppl, I'm having some weird recurring dreams as of late and it's really confusing. All of the dreams features me and this fine specimen of a man, Michael Weatherly:



You'd think that be good, right? Well at first each dream starts off pretty well, but in each an every dream one or both of us dies. I dunno, it's just... odd. Each dream we start of as a couple or married or whatever, then for some reason I die, he dies or we both die. I've had this dream six times now and it never changes. One or both of us dies and then I wake up or cannot remember the rest of the dream.

Dear Michael,

I do not want you to die. I do not like to see you die (in my head). Please know it's nothing personal. I must eat or smoke something before bed that I am unaware of.

Love,
Me

I don't get it, but I seem to be dreaming of this kind of situation about once a week. *shrug*

While we're on the subject of death (yay...?), mum and I have been watching some various Ghost/Paranormal shows on TV (like Ghost Hunters, Paranormal State ect.) and we have both agreed that when we're both dead we are going to have a haunt off to see who can haunt the most people/do the coolest hauntings. We're normal. Really.

Um.... I went to close my mum's bedroom window because Tinker had come in and there's some weird black liquid on the windowsill and on top of her dresser....

It hasn't been smeared there or tracked in (that I know of), it just looks like it's dripped from something and there's nothing on the ceiling or window that indicates it dripped down from there. I wiped a bit up and it's not blood, just a black, watery liquid. Almost like ink? IDK.

I really do need Dean and Sam for realz.

omfg.

gremmie_goo and I are currently watching Dead Like Me, well I am. She's asleep in the chair next to me. *pokes her*