I Had Another Dream

I had another dream the other night. It wasn't a good dream. And you were in it. I didn't want you in my dream. I felt something. Like something bad is going to happen. And I didn't want anything to happen to you.

I tried to get you to leave. I tried to keep you away. To keep you safe, but you wouldn't leave. I wanted you to leave. I told you that I had a feeling, and that I didn't like it, that I didn't want you to be here when it happens. You told me it was all in my head. But the feeling was only getting stronger. I didn't like it. And I wanted to wake up. You said it would be okay. You said everything would be fine. I tried to believe you. I wanted to believe you so bad.

All this happened in the car on our way. I kept expecting something to happen. Any second and it would. But it never did. The feeling seemed to fade away. I was glad it was fading.

The car kept moving, and we kept laughing. I never wanted this feeling to end. This happiness. this content. I wanted it to go on forever.

I look at my right and I see the car coming towards us. It was getting closer. The car wasn't supposed to be there. I opened my mouth to tell you that. But I never got the chance to say it.

I won't be cliché and say that I saw my life flash through my eyes. And the only white light I saw was the headlight from the car. It was very strong. I had to close my eyes because of it.

I woke up that day with this urge to see you. And when I went to your room I couldn't find you. I wanted to tell you about the dream. I wanted to know what it meant. Most of all I wanted to see you and make sure you were safe.

I was getting really worried until you called. You told me you were hungry, and I told you I wanted to talk to you about something. You said you were in the mood for the place we were going to in my dream. I told you we’d see when you get here.

I don't know how you convinced me to go there. But we did. And on the way there, I had the same feeling I had then. And I became quiet. You said something about that being weird since I can't keep my mouth shut for two minutes. And I didn't say anything. That’s when I think you became really worried.

We got to the place where it happened. I look at my right expecting to see the car coming towards me. But it never came.

I laughed and told you about the dream. And you laughed at my paranoia. I told you I have really weird dreams, and you couldn't help but agree. We kept laughing about it all day.

You told me it would be okay. You said everything would be fine. I tried to believe you. And I did, I still do.

One Meets His Destiny Often On The Road He Takes To Avoid It

The day was going well so far. We still didn’t find what we were looking for. We didn’t know what we’re actually looking for. But we wanted something for the party. We kept shopping, going from one shop into the other for a while. We had found some ‘potential’ things to wear. But we wanted something perfect for all of us.

Shopping wasn’t something I really enjoyed, but I was enjoying the company, we would make some remarks on some particular things that we felt people had the right not to see on display let alone on people..

We were getting out of a shop that we had just entered less than five minutes ago when:
*beep beep beep*

I thought to myself... this couldn’t be happening... I turn and see the sales man waving his hands and telling me not to worry about it. I thank him and catch up with them. They’re trying not to laugh. But it was a losing battle as they tried not to make eye contact with each other or with me.

“Alright let’s just keep going”
“I thought you threw away those jeans?” she asks me, with a huge grin.
“I did. This sucks man...” I say as we make our way to the next store. we pass some guys waiting outside for some girls. One guy says something about us that we didn’t pay attention to or hear, it’s nothing new to us.

As we enter it beeps again, and I turn to the security guard to see his reaction. I see him looking at me. Confused, not knowing what to do. But he kept quite. I hear them giggle and go check out some stuff. I give up and stand near the security guard so he can see that I’m not doing anything. Because I was positive when we leave I would beep. And I didn’t want to waste anybody’s time.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand with the feeling that I was being watched. I turn and I see the security guard looking at my body with a look I didn’t like. I look down and make sure that everything is the way it should be. Nothing showing and nothing is out of place. I look at him again and the look he gave me made me uncomfortable beyond belief. He was undressing me with his eyes. I didn’t like it. It was scaring me. And I wanted to leave. Desperately.

Five minutes later they come to me and say that they’re ready to leave and have some dinner. We pass the steal detector-thingy, and naturally. It beeps. I kept moving as if nothing happened. But he stops me. He asks if he can see my bag.

“Excuse me?”
“I need to check your bag,” he says while holding out his hand for it.

I hand him my bag still not sure what was going on, but if I didn’t cooperate that would mean I was hiding something, which I wasn’t. So I gave it to him. Still trying to figure out what was happening. I still don’t know.

He gives my bag back to me and says the most shocking words: “turn around and spread your arms and legs please,” he says coming closer to me.

“Wha…” he wouldn’t let me finish the sentence. He turned me around and spread my arms and legs and started patting my backside, my legs, thighs, hips, and waist. Everything. His hands were lingering everywhere and everybody knew it. Everybody stopped what they were doing and stared. The guys that were waiting, their eyes almost fell out of their sockets. Everything started to move in slow motion.

His hands began to go up my leg. I opened my mouth to say something I can’t remember even if you gave me a million k.d. But he shut me up immediately. His hands were going further up until they went to my inner thigh. I closed my eyes, not able to take it anymore. A single tear fell from my eyes when he spread my legs more roughly.
I couldn’t believe it. This was actually happening and in public and I’m just standing there. Frozen. I knew what to do if this ever happened. But for the death of me I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t hear or see anything. And I couldn’t stop it.
I didn’t know what was wrong. Why didn’t I move? Why didn’t I hit him? Why didn’t I defend myself?

Tears are still falling when he finished. He thanks me for “my cooperation” and turns back and goes to his place. I turn and walk while they’re walking behind me. One of them, I didn’t know who had my bag in her hand. I hadn’t noticed when my bag fell from my hand. I didn’t notice anything other than what was happening during those minutes. I hadn’t noticed when he started to complement my legs -saying they were beautifully shaped- when he was doing what he was doing. I hadn’t noticed the people asking themselves what was going on. I hadn’t noticed the guys trying to stop the man from what was doing to me. I had only felt my innocence leaving me.

I stop walking. I look around myself and I don’t know where I am. I have no idea why I’m even here. Why I even ran. Why I needed to escape from him.

“Sarah..” they both try to grab my attention

I wake up from my dream with tears in my eyes. And I keep crying for a long time. This was the first time I cried in three years. And I kept crying until there were no more tears. And then I cried some more. It was a dream. It was all a dream. But it felt so real that I couldn’t help but cry.

After I finished crying I lay on my bed thinking about the dream, and tried to find out what it meant. Then all of a sudden my phone rings. I look to see who it is and it’s her. I pick up the phone.

“Wanna go shopping?”

I Have A Dream!!!

ok so i am left handed!! and i am proud of it!! my brother is left handed!! i don't know if he's proud of it.. he should be!! anyway..

what makes us so different? we just use our left hand instead of our right.. does that mean we know satan?

we are special! we can multi-task people!! even though right handed people can too.. but that's not the point!!

we are people too.. there's nothing satanic about using our left hands. there's nothing unlucky about writing with our left hands.. right?!

and god damn it we deserve to use knives with our left hands!!

and for crying out loud we have our own day!! (august 13th)

we are known as creative, smart people, now that is a great bonus.
alot of famous left handed people, like:
douglas adams
h.g wells
leo tolstoy
50 cent
eminem
james brown
dick van dyke
r. kelly
dane cook
robert deniro
will ferrell
eddie griffin
lisa kudrow
jay leno
and many many more.. trust me

so all you left handed people out there in the blog world make yourself known!! and lift up your hand and lift up your middle finger and say "fuck you!"

thanks.. mo bes indimajt hehe

sources from : here and here

Weirdest Dream Ever!

To tell you the truth I don’t remember how it all started, but I do remember how weird it was. I was one of the weirdest dreams I’ve ever had, and I just couldn’t not publish it, I never wanna forget it. So I decided to write it down and publish it.

Here goes nothing..

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It felt like a normal day to me, everything was normal. I was at school, I was freaking out because I didn’t finish my art assignment. It was normal. Until my brother showed up at school with the same problem. That was okay. Me and my brother always do everything at the last minute. What was weird was why was he at my school. You have to know is that I’m in a public high school. Which meant girls only. So why is he here? And why am I not telling him to leave before I get suspended. I mean he snuck in. but that’s not the problem.

He came to me complaining about not having any paint. Which was unsurprisingly my problem too. So we go to find some paint. So we go to the other school near the art department. And when we step into the school, stairs magically appear out of nowhere to take us underground. Now you must know that my school is huge! It’s 2 schools made into one. And when you enter the second school stairs don’t magically appear to take you anywhere, or more importantly under ground. Moving on.

We go underground and there are house-like things surrounding us with one in the middle that’s much higher than the others. We move on for our search for paint. We knock on the first door we see and an old lady opens the door. We ask her for some paint and she says that some other house has some, but he won’t give it to us unless we have something else, which I don’t really remember. We thank her and go to the next door and it’s the same story and said that if we gave him this he’ll give us that.
So it became like a trade thing. But what was really weird was that at the end they all said the same thing “just don’t tell ‘the wife’” who the hell was ‘the wife’ little did we know that we were going to find out.

So we didn’t really give their warning much thought and went to look for what we came for. And the only house left was the one in the middle. So we go the house – reluctantly- and knock the door. Then we were shocked to find my uncle answer the door. Instantly we were happy to see a face we knew well. We said hi and talked and all that. And we asked him for the paint. He said he’d trade us the paint for some brushes. We immediately agreed and went to get the paintbrushes that I had in my bag. But before we left he said “just don’t show them to my wife”

“Wait a minute… She’s ‘the wife’?” I said surprised to see my uncle afraid of his wife.
“Yes. Just go and hurry.” he said pushing us to leave.

So we leave and get the paintbrushes and we go back with smiles and hope in our hearts to know that we’re not going to flunk in our class.

We arrive at my uncles’ house and my brother goes up the stairs and knocks on the door. I wait downstairs impatient and wanting to go finish my painting.

We had fear on our eyes when my uncles’ wife opens the door. And my brother tries to hide his painting but she sees it and takes it from him. And glares at him. I throw my painting under the stairs where my uncles’ huge painting leans on the stairs. I stretch my hand to my uncle’s wife indicating that I would throw away the painting. A look of pride crosses her face and gives it to me with a smile. I take the painting and throw it under the stairs along the other paintings.

The smile is still on her face when she comes down to hug me and tell me how proud she is of me. As she got closer she noticed how my eyes kept looking past her. She turns around and spots the paintings. She turns to me with a look of disappointment and anger, and goes to pick the bigger painting –my uncles’. She takes a letter opener from her pocket and puts holes in his painting. In the back of my mind I wonder why she would have a letter opener in her pocket, to keep it for emergencies? When she gets a letter out of now where? I didn’t know. And I ceased to care when I saw what she had done to the painting.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? You can’t do that!” I screamed at her while my brother ran down the stairs to see what was happening.
“I can do whatever I want!” And then WHAM!
She slaps me! Who the hell does she think she is?! I open my mouth to speak when she hits me again. And I start to taste blood in my mouth. I turn to look at her when I see my uncle coming from around the corner. He sees me and asks what happened.

“I..and then she..” I couldn’t finish my sentence. I was too shocked to even say a coherent sentence.
“Is that all you can say?” she says obnoxiously. At that moment I felt something snap. Either it was my tolerance for her or my sanity. I couldn’t tell.
“You wanna know what I can say? F*** YOU!”
“uh –oh” was the only thing my brother said before he ran. I didn’t know I had that in me. I didn’t know I had that much balls.

Her eyes almost fell out of their sockets when she heard me. And my uncle… well he was too shocked to do anything to say the least.

I saw her walking over to me. That’s when I knew that it was time to go. I started running when she started to walk faster. When I got out of the school. I see myself getting out of one of the English classrooms in the other school that’s located upstairs. But I kept running until I was running next to my brother.

“DID YOU SEE WHAT SHE DID TO ME?! THE F***ING B***H K** O**A!” I scream while running. Girls stop and stare after they heard what I said and see my brother but that never stopped us from running.

And then I woke up..

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Parts Of A Dream

Just as the couple in the movie were supposed to 'kiss and live happily ever after' the lights go on. We weren't expecting that, and since we were on edge the whole day we kinda gave out a tiny scream. Now we being: me, Fa6ma and Nawal.

As Fa6ma went over the DVD player to get the CD, I tried to find the case under the chair where Nawal was sitting, I felt her turn and look over her shoulder, she saw someone that I couldn't see, and then waved at that person, Which she then turned around and said "freak" positive that, that person couldn't hear us. That's when I realized she was talking about 6aiba.

6aiba is the same age as I am. And she's always seemed as a nice but lonely girl who just wanted a friend. So with me feeling guilty and heartbroken every time I saw her, made me go and talk to her, and suggest we 'hang out' sometime.
And after my sweet naïve suggestion -that seemed like a great idea at the time- she became my stalker.
I don't know why, but I was always on guard when I was either talking to her or we were in the same room together, and she was always in my line of sight where I could keep an eye on her.
You see the reason why I do this is that whenever she talks to me, she always gave hints that she was unstable. Either she was or maybe I'm just hallucinating because I simply don't trust her.

My hand is still moving under the chair and I feel something solid, I kept touching it, trying to figure out what it was. I finally think it must be it, since it felt solid and square like. As I stand to give Fa6ma the box, 6aiba seems to have found what she was looking for, and waved very enthusiastically. I casually wave back and give her a smile.
"I don't understand why you tolerate her. If she's bothering you, tell her to F%$@ off!" said Fa6ma to me in a low voice.
"Yeah. Min shino 5ayfa? etha gamat et thaygich goleelaha. What's she gonna do?
Kill you?"(Yeah. What are you afraid of? If she's bothering you, tell her. What's she gonna do?kill you?) joined Nawal. I guess they finally reached the end of their ropes with 6aiba being everywhere I am.
"Shko intaw? Is she stalking you? NO. She's stalking me" (Why do you care? Is she stalking you? NO. She's stalking me.) I said defensively not waiting for their answer to my question.

As we close the TV, DVD and the lights. We head for the door, where 6aiba is waiting for us.
"Hi 6aiba" I say casually when we get close enough she could hear me when we spoke.
"Hi Sarah. Shlonich?" (Hi Sarah. How are you?) Asked 6aiba. Even though she didn't have to since she just saw me four hours ago.
"Zaina, intay shlonich?" (I'm ok. How are you?)I asked back.
"Tamam." (Good.) She replied with a wide smile.
"Hi Nawal. Hi Fa6…ma" 6aiba greeted them, but the only reply she got was a smile –which was from Nawal- and complete silence –which was from Fa6ma-.
"They're a little tired. You know with everything going on" quiet honestly I'm still in shock with the thing that's been killing all the young girls in our town. I already lost my best friend and Fa6mas sister. Manal, if you look closely into Nawals and Fa6mas eyes you can see that they've been crying, but if you look into my eyes you'd see that I haven't shed a tear. I don't know why, maybe because I'm in denial or still in a state of shock.

As 6aiba was telling me that she understood that it must be hard. We heard a very unique roar, and we all went pale from the sound, for we knew what that sound came from. It.
Now I don't know what 'it' actually is, and it seemed nobody knew what it was. I always heard people say 'it' whenever they were talking about it. So I guess it caught on, and they named the monster 'it'. I don't agree with the name. I mean how original the name 'it' is. Very creative.

When I heard the roar, I felt something inside start to happen. I guess I was still in denial and shock because I started to shake. Not from fear or sadness, but from anger.
I mean I was pissed! I don't know where all that pent up anger was hiding but I guess it finally decided to come out.

I think because of Nawal and Fa6mas curiosity and my anger made us all run to go to 'it' in full running mode at the same time, with 6aiba a little close behind.

You could take two ways to get to 'it' you could go up some stairs and stuff –which was longer but much safer- or you could go on the ground where you go into a maze of turns –very much faster but very dangerous-. So I guess you know which way we took. The long one with the stairs, but to our dismay as we went half through the run we found that the stair handles were cut off and that the stair floor had some holes put through them. Half way there Fa6ma sees an opening and jumps to the ground and kept going. One thing you have to know about Fa6ma is that she has no patience.

Even though I am the youngest of the bunch, I am still the most protective. So after making sure that she was alright. I made a promise to myself that after seeing 'it' or doing whatever we are going to do, that I will kill her for almost giving me a heart attack.While I'm still keeping an eye on Fa6ma. I can hear 6aiba trying to keep up with us.
And when I look over to see where Fa6ma was, I find that she has disappeared. That's when my stomach drops with fear for her.
"Wain ra7at Fa6ma?"(Where's Fa6ma?) I ask Nawal with fear evident in my voice.
"She had to take a different route so that she would get there before us" replied Nawal.
"And why would she want that?" I screamed at her.

As Nawal was going to answer me, we heard a scream. A more feminine scream. And then we knew that Fa6ma just met 'it'.We try to run faster. My heart is beating so hard from fear of what I'm thinking that I feel like my chest is going to explode, and my lung is so expanded that I don't think there's room for more. 6aiba is still behind me and Nawal is next to me. I've never seen her run like this before, but I don't have time to think about that, my cousin is probably dying twenty eight feet away from me.

I hear something behind me, and when I look back I see 6aiba smiling like it was charismas eve.
"Ma sima3t. Shino giltay?"(I didn't hear you. What did you say?) I ask her.
"La t5afeen 3alaiha. This is a good thing."(Don't worry about her. This is a good thing.) She replies cheerfully.

We're a couple of feet from where 'it' and Fa6ma are. And I stop to stare at 6aiba who stopped too and bent over to catch her breath, while I continued to stare at her. I could hear Nawals foot steps and saying something to Fa6ma then running to help her. All the while I stood to keep looking at 6aiba.
"What do you mean it's a good thing?" now I'm really thinking that I'm right. She is a psycho.
"I mean this is what they.. we wanted. That this is revolution. That the world is changing for the better. It's cleansing itself by taking the bad out." She said to me like this all made sense and I now know that she has lost her mind.
"So you're saying it's like taking out the trash?"
"Exactly! So you understand why this is happening, right?" she said taking a step towards me.
I take three steps back and slap her hand away from my hand. By the time I took my third step I saw 'it' holding Fa6ma and throwing Nawal right behind me. I see 6aiba going to help 'it', so I grab her hand from letting her taking another step. She turns around and looks at me with such a scary face that I thought of letting go of her hand. "Let go of my hand Sarah." I was seriously thinking of letting go but then I heard Nawal scream for me to help Fa6ma. I looked over to see her, and I find out that 'it' just had its dinner.

I never thought that I could be madder then I was back then. Then out of the blue 6aiba started to pull her hand away, and I pulled her to me and held both her hands. She kept on pulling until she slipped on something. Probably sand and we fell to the ground with me on top.And then out of nowhere she punches me. And I was thinking the bitch! And then we started fighting in front of 'it' which looks disgusting by the way.

Of course after some time I was going to become on top, but that didn't stop me from anything I kept punching and kicking and scratching. Then I stopped. With my hands put on her hand while sitting on her I looked over at Nawal. Where she was doing god knows what.
"Was that you?" I ask her.
"No it wasn't" she said with a little questioning in her voice.
That's when I felt shaking from under me. I look down and I see the bitch trying not to laugh out loud.
"What's so funny?" I ask her angrily.When I look at my left I see some girl come out from under the ground.
"Erika knows how I feel. Don't you Erika?" and there I was thinking could she be vaguer?
"ERIKA!" screams Nawal while running to Erika.
And I'm just siting there trying to figure out who the hell Erika is.


THE END?