What the FUUUCK?!?!

What is up with me having crazy. ass. dreams?

The part that I remember starts with watching a volleyball game, none of which was very memorable. We (I'm not sure who exactly "we" is, but we were all stoned) were watching from an elevated platform, a platform that happened to be the other loft bed in my room connected to the bed I actually sleep in. The game was going on in the Palisades gym (my high school). Don't ask how it's connected; dreams aren't supposed to make sense. Ray was on the team facing us, serving the ball, and that's all of the game that I can remember. As we were watching, someone came up to us in the loft and ordered us to leave because we weren't allowed to sit there. We bitched about it among ourselves (apparently we knew and hated the lady) but I was semi-relieved because I was uncomfortable sitting up there and was being pushed off the edge for awhile. So we moved over to my side of the loft, in my bed, and my company was reduced to KC and Lucas. KC and I were talking about how she felt being stoned for the first time, and I really don't know what Lucas was doing there. For some reason, he was SUPER funny. He was our entertainment and we laughed at everything he said. We were there for awhile until some more people entered through the other side of the loft- they were Maeve, Amrita, someone else and maybe Kitty and Madeleine. Sooo weird. Why are they in my dream? Anyway, they somehow got me out of my bed and into the main area of my room.

I was astonished to find that my room had been attacked while I chatted obliviously in bed. All of my blankets and coats and jackets and sheets were sewn together, hanging from all over the ceiling, mainly as a big lump in the center. For a moment I looked around, bewildered, trying to take in the fact that all of my cloth possessions were sewn together in a big heap covering my ceiling. My Reed jacket particularly stood out as I looked closer at the stitches and realized it was forever ruined. The blankets started enveloping me and I became completely covered by the huge clump of soft. I felt hands all around me, grasping me- they were trying to close me in! Luckily, I ducked just in time and escaped before they could secure their hold. But my attempt ultimately failed, as I was caught and pulled back seconds later. They grabbed me again and somehow attached my crotch to a hangar, then pulleyed me up. I couldn't see the actual pulley device because I was hanging upside down, flailing and trying to break free of the hangar. I kept asking what was going on, but they all just laughed, the cruel spectators that they were, and kept pulling me upward. The hangar ripped through my pants and I cried in desperation for any sort of assistance, but no one came to my aid. All the while, Michelle is taking pictures of me and laughing, telling me to smile. Finally, I force a smile through my pleas for release, in hopes that my torture and embarrassment will end, and it does. I see the flash of the camera and then am awakened by Alex's call.

Like I said, WHAT THE FUUUCK?!?!