http://www.asians-with-underbites.com (I think this concept is just too good to exist yet, so that link probably doesn't go anywhere. You can try removing the dashes, which I employed to avoid confusing you with "thunderbites". Which is a pretty cool concept itself... whatever it means. 
)
Oh, oh! I thought of something clever: I always have a ready supply of snacky treats in my room, which have heretofore been carelessly strewn about the floor. This has been a real problem in the past, because I still live with my mother
(not for much longer, let's hope) and she sometimes barges into my room and demands some of my junk food. I'm not sure I have any right to complain, because it's just so pathetic that I still live with my mother.
But ANYway, what I've done is taken a handy cardboard box, shuffled some things around so I could put it in the corner by my desk, and unceremoniously dumped the oh-so-delicious yet oh-so-bad-for-me foodstuffs right into it. I'm sure mom will eventually wise up to this tactic, but it sure is nice to have all of my yummy munchies in one easy-to-reach place.
I was inspired to create this storage space/hiding place by my having received not one, but FOUR (yes, four) packages of goodies from my dear MollyMolly.
Well, maybe three, if you don't count instant oatmeal (which I think is different because you have to cook it, i.e. you can't just open up a packet and start stuffing your face [well, you could, but... ewww. 
]).
She sent LOTS of chocolate, and I really think it will take me a few months to get through it all (because despite my fondness for sweet treats, I'm not a pig. Give me a little credit!
) It is kind of funny, I would say, because Molly had sent a small amount of chocolate before, some of which mom swiped. Molly urged me not to let mom take anymore, but sent such an enormous stockpile that even if mom were to take some, I'd still have plenty left for myself. I can't thank Molly enough.
I have been meaning to make it to the post office for, like, forever (forever being about a month or two, in this case). I have things to send MollyMolly and Redbeard3. I almost did it the other weekend, but I waited until just before the post office was closing, and when I got there, the line was ridiculous. That didn't even matter in the end, as I had forgotten to bring my friends' mailing addresses.
This time, I am well-prepared. I have a couple of plastic bags carrying the things I wish to mail, and have dropped my address-bearing index cards into bag 1. (I always write notes and such on index cards. I like them.
) Anyway, everything I need is in those two bags. The tricky part will be somehow trying to work out how to mail Molly's packages such that they don't all arrive at once, because if they do, Molly will have to wait in a rather long and unpleasant line to get them. I may have some five or six envelopes once I've packaged everything up, so maybe it would work to mail half of them Priority and the other half standard First Class. That sounds do-able. We'll see.
I had some super neat-o dreams this morning. I was in moderate control of all of them, which always makes for awesome dreams. I had special magic-type powers in all of them, which allowed me to do practically anything I wanted to do. (If I were writing a story, though, it might be more realistic [and perhaps more interesting] to put some limitations on such powers. Maybe.)
In the first dream, I was able to switch bodies with my favorite Norwegian songstress Annie (I know! Awesome!!!
). I remember I was alone with Annie at one point, and I warned her I was going to do something kind of naughty, but it would end up being good for both of us. Then I held my right hand up, fingers together, palm facing the left, and fixed a look of concentration on my face. Suddenly, what looked like a sort of sonic wave spread out from my hand and passed through both of us, and the deed was done. I was in Annie's body, and she in mine. (How awesome is that??? 
)
I tried controlling the dream such that when I spoke as Annie, I was speaking with her voice. I tried speaking with and without her accent, and wondered in the dream whether I would retain her accent or speak with mine if such a switch were possible. I even got to perform as her, at a half-time show at a major football game! I know I performed Chewing Gum, and Always Too Late (though I know they weren't the real songs; they sounded different, but close enough that I knew what they were supposed to be). There were more details than that, but they are hazy.
In the second dream, I created a pocket of time that a person could walk into and experience time at a different speed than everyone else. At first, upon entering the pocket (which was essentially like an opaque bubble big enough to fit one or two people), one would see everything outside of it moving extremely slowly. Eventually I realized that this was actually bad, because anyone inside the pocket would age more quickly than everybody else (I think that's right, isn't it?), so I dissipated the original bubble and created a new one, inside of which everything outside would appear to be moving at lightning speed.
I don't remember now the original purpose of the bubbles. I know I was inside it with someone else — a man — who was helping me in whatever plans I had (I was working on something only I could do, with my special powers, though anyone could have helped me with it). We had some concerns that the bubble was too exposed, and anyone could discover it and enter it, so with my powers I created a brick wall with a door on the other side of it (opening to the brick wall), preventing anyone from stumbling upon the bubble.
At a later point (possibly after having awoken and then fallen back to sleep), for some reason I had to enter the bubble by falling from above. Doing so caused me to find myself amidst the stars of outer space, after having passed clear through the bubble. That was kind of cool, but scary as well, because I had to quickly propel myself back into the bubble so I would be able to breathe again (not a problem with my special powers).
I remember what the inside of the building looked like where the bubbles were created, but it is hazy enough that I don't think I can describe it.
The third part was really all over the place, so I don't remember it very well. Parts of it were like watching a documentary; some family had purchased a big house in a rather unfortunate spot; I think there was mud everywhere, or something, around the house as well as in it. The family was wearing clothes that reminded me of the simple garb of the Amish, and I'm pretty sure the house had no electricity.
At another point, the documentary shifted to the topic of people driving odd vehicles for weird reasons. A guy was driving a rather large blue machine in a mud-floored arena, complete with spectators. I don't know what the vehicle was doing, but his challenge was to attempt to stay on it without letting it throw him off.
Another vehicle later in the dream (haha, I said "later in the game" at first) was made entirely out of wood, and all four wheels had spinning blades coming out of the centers, which were sawing through the rest of the all-wood vehicles on the road.
The last part was like a movie, and it's the hardest of all for me to remember. I know there was a famous male actor (though I can't remember whom it actually was) pacing around, getting excited (and kind of agitated) because other famous male leads were signing up for the movie he was starring in (and he had mostly been in b-movies up to that point, and the one he was in then was also a b-movie, so he never expected to be on-screen with the class acts who were signing up).
I wish I could remember more than that, because I know it was really kind of interesting. Such is the ephemeral nature of dreams.
I hope you enjoyed reading my dreams as much as I enjoyed writing about them. Have a good one! 
)
Oh, oh! I thought of something clever: I always have a ready supply of snacky treats in my room, which have heretofore been carelessly strewn about the floor. This has been a real problem in the past, because I still live with my mother
(not for much longer, let's hope) and she sometimes barges into my room and demands some of my junk food. I'm not sure I have any right to complain, because it's just so pathetic that I still live with my mother.
But ANYway, what I've done is taken a handy cardboard box, shuffled some things around so I could put it in the corner by my desk, and unceremoniously dumped the oh-so-delicious yet oh-so-bad-for-me foodstuffs right into it. I'm sure mom will eventually wise up to this tactic, but it sure is nice to have all of my yummy munchies in one easy-to-reach place.
I was inspired to create this storage space/hiding place by my having received not one, but FOUR (yes, four) packages of goodies from my dear MollyMolly.
Well, maybe three, if you don't count instant oatmeal (which I think is different because you have to cook it, i.e. you can't just open up a packet and start stuffing your face [well, you could, but... ewww. ]).
She sent LOTS of chocolate, and I really think it will take me a few months to get through it all (because despite my fondness for sweet treats, I'm not a pig. Give me a little credit!
) It is kind of funny, I would say, because Molly had sent a small amount of chocolate before, some of which mom swiped. Molly urged me not to let mom take anymore, but sent such an enormous stockpile that even if mom were to take some, I'd still have plenty left for myself. I can't thank Molly enough.
I have been meaning to make it to the post office for, like, forever (forever being about a month or two, in this case). I have things to send MollyMolly and Redbeard3. I almost did it the other weekend, but I waited until just before the post office was closing, and when I got there, the line was ridiculous. That didn't even matter in the end, as I had forgotten to bring my friends' mailing addresses.
This time, I am well-prepared. I have a couple of plastic bags carrying the things I wish to mail, and have dropped my address-bearing index cards into bag 1. (I always write notes and such on index cards. I like them.
) Anyway, everything I need is in those two bags. The tricky part will be somehow trying to work out how to mail Molly's packages such that they don't all arrive at once, because if they do, Molly will have to wait in a rather long and unpleasant line to get them. I may have some five or six envelopes once I've packaged everything up, so maybe it would work to mail half of them Priority and the other half standard First Class. That sounds do-able. We'll see.
I had some super neat-o dreams this morning. I was in moderate control of all of them, which always makes for awesome dreams. I had special magic-type powers in all of them, which allowed me to do practically anything I wanted to do. (If I were writing a story, though, it might be more realistic [and perhaps more interesting] to put some limitations on such powers. Maybe.)
In the first dream, I was able to switch bodies with my favorite Norwegian songstress Annie (I know! Awesome!!!
). I remember I was alone with Annie at one point, and I warned her I was going to do something kind of naughty, but it would end up being good for both of us. Then I held my right hand up, fingers together, palm facing the left, and fixed a look of concentration on my face. Suddenly, what looked like a sort of sonic wave spread out from my hand and passed through both of us, and the deed was done. I was in Annie's body, and she in mine. (How awesome is that??? )
I tried controlling the dream such that when I spoke as Annie, I was speaking with her voice. I tried speaking with and without her accent, and wondered in the dream whether I would retain her accent or speak with mine if such a switch were possible. I even got to perform as her, at a half-time show at a major football game! I know I performed Chewing Gum, and Always Too Late (though I know they weren't the real songs; they sounded different, but close enough that I knew what they were supposed to be). There were more details than that, but they are hazy.
In the second dream, I created a pocket of time that a person could walk into and experience time at a different speed than everyone else. At first, upon entering the pocket (which was essentially like an opaque bubble big enough to fit one or two people), one would see everything outside of it moving extremely slowly. Eventually I realized that this was actually bad, because anyone inside the pocket would age more quickly than everybody else (I think that's right, isn't it?), so I dissipated the original bubble and created a new one, inside of which everything outside would appear to be moving at lightning speed.
I don't remember now the original purpose of the bubbles. I know I was inside it with someone else — a man — who was helping me in whatever plans I had (I was working on something only I could do, with my special powers, though anyone could have helped me with it). We had some concerns that the bubble was too exposed, and anyone could discover it and enter it, so with my powers I created a brick wall with a door on the other side of it (opening to the brick wall), preventing anyone from stumbling upon the bubble.
At a later point (possibly after having awoken and then fallen back to sleep), for some reason I had to enter the bubble by falling from above. Doing so caused me to find myself amidst the stars of outer space, after having passed clear through the bubble. That was kind of cool, but scary as well, because I had to quickly propel myself back into the bubble so I would be able to breathe again (not a problem with my special powers).
I remember what the inside of the building looked like where the bubbles were created, but it is hazy enough that I don't think I can describe it.
The third part was really all over the place, so I don't remember it very well. Parts of it were like watching a documentary; some family had purchased a big house in a rather unfortunate spot; I think there was mud everywhere, or something, around the house as well as in it. The family was wearing clothes that reminded me of the simple garb of the Amish, and I'm pretty sure the house had no electricity.
At another point, the documentary shifted to the topic of people driving odd vehicles for weird reasons. A guy was driving a rather large blue machine in a mud-floored arena, complete with spectators. I don't know what the vehicle was doing, but his challenge was to attempt to stay on it without letting it throw him off.
Another vehicle later in the dream (haha, I said "later in the game" at first
) was made entirely out of wood, and all four wheels had spinning blades coming out of the centers, which were sawing through the rest of the all-wood vehicles on the road.
The last part was like a movie, and it's the hardest of all for me to remember. I know there was a famous male actor (though I can't remember whom it actually was) pacing around, getting excited (and kind of agitated) because other famous male leads were signing up for the movie he was starring in (and he had mostly been in b-movies up to that point, and the one he was in then was also a b-movie, so he never expected to be on-screen with the class acts who were signing up).
I wish I could remember more than that, because I know it was really kind of interesting. Such is the ephemeral nature of dreams.
I hope you enjoyed reading my dreams as much as I enjoyed writing about them.
Have a good one!
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Dreams you can control are the best.