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Last night's crazy-ass dream

Ok, so, attempting to get this all out chronologically — first thing I remember happening was that I couldn’t bend my fingers. Like, it started out as a mild problem, like they were just a little stiff, but as I tried harder to bend them, they became harder and more painful to move, and the joints in them made these really awful snapping sounds as both my hands started to feel kind of numb. Like, I could actually feel that there was something wrong with my hands.

I then vaguely recall one of those moments when you think you’ve woken up but you’re actually still dreaming, so you’re dreaming that you’ve woken up… anyway, I woke up but then I felt like I was being dragged around the room by an intruder, like the blankets I had wrapped around me had been used as some sort of makeshift sack with which to carry me around. I remember all of me being wrapped up except for my feet, which stuck out of the opening. Before long, I remember being set free as I was dropped onto the ground, and could clearly see that I was still in my dorm room, but I didn’t see who was dragging me, as it looked like I was the only one in the room. I think Henry came in after that and asked if I was ok when she saw me lying on the floor. I don’t remember very much from this part.

Next I remember actually trying to go about my planned Friday schedule (much of which I’m amazed I could remember/comprehend in my sleep), and part of that schedule involved heading down to one of the art rooms with all my artsy supplies and stuff in order to work on a project. I got down there, but then remembered there was a thing I had to do at 2PM (which is actually true o.o), and so I wondered how much time I would have between now and then to work on my project, if any. I looked at the time on my phone, but apparently I had completely forgotten how to comprehend time, as I couldn’t figure out for the life of me what the numbers on my screen meant, or how much time I had to work on the project. Then a friend of mine from high school appeared in the art room, and I got all excited to see her and was all like “Oh hey it’s yooouuu!!” but when I tried to point in her direction, I realized that my hand was still fucked-up from earlier, and I couldn’t un-curl my fingers.

Moving on — next I remember a scene where I was at some sort of… really ghetto store. Like, it felt kind of like a gas station store, only bigger. I was originally going to call it a “ghetto supermarket” but it didn’t quite feel big enough to be one of those, either. So for now let’s just say it’s somewhere between a gas station store and a Walmart in terms of size, and still very ghetto regardless. Anywho, there was this shady character out front buying and selling… dollar bills. Don’t ask me how that works. He felt more like some kind of drug dealer, but with dollars for some reason. At any rate, I ignored him and entered the store, but when I got in, I realized that the guy had followed me in. And, scarier than that, there was another threatening-looking guy inside the store — this guy had a gun, and apparently had some sort of beef with the first guy (like they were dollar-dealing competitors or something), so he pointed his gun at the first guy — who was behind me, meaning that I was briefly right in the line of fire and about to be shot. I of course ran away, but the 2nd guy, for some reason, pursued me instead of just going after the guy he was originally trying to threaten. He chased me down, cornered me, pointed his gun at me, and I was fucking terrified as he was basically about to kill me and there was nothing I could do about it.

I don’t remember what happened after that. I think I went through another fake wake-up scene, though, because after that I was back at school, thinking about the events of that ‘dream’ where I was almost killed. I was jotting down some notes about it on a piece of paper, and was just about to pack everything up to go to my next class, when I saw this girl… And I realized that girl was me. Like, she looked exactly like me, and sounded like me, too, except she carried herself with a sort of dignity and confidence that I didn’t have, like she was more mature and experienced, and she looked at me in this knowing way like she knew exactly what I was going through and how it was all going to turn out. Basically, I interpreted her as being me from the future, but only by like 2-3 years. I remember her giving me some sort of advice, and I think pamphlets of some kind which were related to that advice. I’m pretty sure she was telling me to do something that she thought I would benefit from. I don’t remember any of her advice, though, which sucks. But I do remember that, right before she left, she said, “Don’t you have a history class to go to?”. I nodded and we parted ways.

I woke up right after that, and realized that I’m actually not in any sort of history class.

Something that amused me earlier today

So I was working on an assignment for one of my classes, and I looked at the grading rubric, and one of the boxes said this:



And, I quickly realized that it was a typo, but before that I had thought for a split-second that it wasn't, and I imagined my professor grading a paper while leaving a comment like "Mad connections, yo" or something.

My roommate: Let's call her "Henry"

Oh and, did I mention that Henry has what she claims is called "ghost pulse"?

Like, her heart is weird or something so her pulse feels so faint that it's barely detectable, making it seem like she doesn't have a pulse at all sometimes.

She could die right now and I wouldn't even know.

Also that Doctor Who thread that I mentioned a couple times is now a thing in case anyone missed it.

Who am I?

Walker of Darkness said
And with that wondrous reference, I think I may be starting to respect your tastes.

Do I get any bonus points for reciting all that by memory?

uggģh I'm sick send help

Dervish said
the disease has a 90% fatality rate.

I kind of think that statistic has a lot to do with what I already mentioned about Africa, though. Like, is the same going on with those isolated cases outside Africa?

the only way to deal with an ebola outbreak is to quarantine all the victims until they die.

And... are you sure that's the only way to treat it? Or is that just what they're doing in Africa because they don't have any better options? Is the rest of the world doing the same thing?

Note: I'm far from an expert on the subject, so these are kind of legit questions - not me trying to debate anything.

Like pretty much everything I said in that first post I remembered hearing in a Vlogbrothers video so yeah I don't know shit.

Who am I?

I am known as Valintinez Alkalinella Xifax Sucidabohertz Gumbigobella Blue Stadavari Talentrent-Pierre Andres Charton Haymoss Ivanovicci Baldeus George Doitzel Kaiser III.

Don't hesitate to call!

My roommate: Let's call her "Henry"

Henry: I'm so tiiireeed.... DX
Me: Then sleep.
Henry: Caaaaan't...
Me: Why not?
Henry: Cuz there's so much stuff I gotta do in the morning...
Me: ...Well... that would be a pretty good reason to sleep now...
Henry: I gotta get up at six, dude.
Me: ...I know. That's why you should go to bed now. So you can sleep well enough before six tomorrow morning...
Henry: But what if I can't sleep enough before then?
Me: ...You're overthinking sleep. I didn't think that was possible, but you've managed to pull it off. Just sleep.

Henry: Doctor Who Edition

So we were watching Classic Who together earlier tonight, and in-between episodes, she made some comment about the opening music. I don't remember what. But then I said, "You know, I heard that the original version of the Doctor Who theme was the very first song to consist entirely of electronic sounds." And she replied with, "So... Doctor Who is like dubstep's granddad?"

Because that's as good a note as any to start this thread off with.

(As stated in the main Henry thread, I decided to make this spin-off version so I can post up all her Doctor Who-related shenanigans without cluttering up the main thread with Whovian chatter, since I know that annoys some people. I plan to keep the main thread clear of it now, if that helps anyone who might've clicked on this thread just to complain about and/or question its existence.)

My roommate: Let's call her "Henry"

Henry just placed a bra over her eyes in a rather similar fashion to that Wall-E sig that Taaj used to have and called herself Spiderman.

Welcome Back to the Guild

Ok, so, obviously I made the assumption in my last post that Books' outfit has pockets. If you have any objections to that, Books, feel free to say so and I'll change it.

Also, I would just like to take a moment to mention that I'm making up just about every detail about this village as I go along. And I'm having so much fun with it.