Anyway, I had another weird dream last night. Some woman (either my mom or someone else) was taking me to jail. I don't know why, but it was for something minor like insulting someone (?), and I was only going to be there for maybe a week. So I got this bag of clothing to wear, it had a bunch of weird t-shirts (that said things like how prisoners aren't really bad people and stuff) and this orange running suit thingy. I also got some wooden knitting needles in a little sleeve thingy, but they were about as thin as toothpicks, and I was playing with the sleeve and ended up snapping the needles in various places. I was really worried about what everyone would think of me since I was in jail and how I got there in the first place. Then I found out that it was really a mental hospital, which made a bit more sense, but I still didn't think I deserved to be there. After all, I may have issues, but I can function all right even if I'm feeling really horrible (I still get up and go to class and stuff, unlike some people I know). I was sitting in this main room with a bunch of other people, waiting for someone to show me to my room and feeling really nervous. Then we heard that there was a madman with a gun on the loose or something, so I ducked under this table, hoping I wouldn't get shot but figuring I would anyway. This crazy-looking guy wheeled a cart in, and it had these batteries on it. I thought it was a bomb, but then I realized it had all sorts of medicine bottles on it. The guy said he was going to destroy all the medication so nobody had to take any, and I started cheering. Yeah, I know some people can't function without it, but I really hated being on medication, so I was happy. Then these little fire jets started burning the medicine bottles, and I covered my face as I heard the bottles exploding. When it was over, I had these little pink dots all over my legs, and there was broken glass everywhere. I wished the guy had destroyed the medicine further away from me, but he was still my new hero. Then I was walking through the hospital, bla bla bla, and finally I was in this library-ish place at a table. I think I was on the computer, and I was picking up things around the room. I found this one weird knitted thing that looked like a necktie/vest hybrid, and I realized it belonged to a friend since it had her LJ name knitted into it in cursive (now that would be interesting to knit...). She was sitting right by me, so I gave it back to her. Then I realized it was the first time I had seen her in person, so I should talk to her. But then I woke up. So, me in a prison/mental hospital, eh? Interesting.
Yeah, that's pretty "malformed," all right. Since I'm a short, chubby girl and he's a tall, skinny boy. *giggles*
