So, I dreamed that I was on a bus, and my bus driver was none other than the hated teacher at my school. As in all of my other dreams, I didn’t find anything wrong with this, but I did feel like something was off. All of a sudden, the bus stops and she turns around and says, “Alright, I want everyone to tell me where the lord God told (what she probably said was Moses, but I just looked it up right now to find out what the story was. Because I didn’t know anything about the 10 Commandments, the word ‘Moses’ sounded garbled. Things in my dream that I don’t know anything about are always blotted out, like in Slughorn’s memory in HP 6) Moses the 10 Commandments and name the eighth commandment. I won’t move this bus until you do.”
Well of course I stood up and said, “You can’t do that. This is a public school. It says in the Constitution that there’s a separation between Church (or Temple, or Mosque) and state! Even though we aren’t on school grounds, so long as we remain on this bus, we’re on school property and you can’t make us discuss the bible or force your religion upon us.” (That is definitely something that I would say in real life.) All I remember after that part is that she got mad at me, because then the dream shifted.
It was my school still, but it was apparently during the Holocaust or something. This part’s kinda blurry, but I wasn’t ME in this dream, I was some other person my age. The weird part was, I KNEW that she wasn’t me. I just kind of sat back and let the other person take control. She was hiding in one of the supply cabinets because raiders would come into the school and steal everything. I knew what would happen if she didn’t get caught and didn’t get her little item that she was trying to hide stolen, and it was my job to make sure that she didn’t until I reached the part that I knew what was going to happen. Confusing, I know. That’s probably why I can’t remember anything past that little bit of the dream.
It then morphed back into my original dream. The bus had stopped in the middle of a forest on top of what was probably a 30 foot high blow-up rock climbing wall. The only problem was, I wasn’t in the bus, I was on the ground. The teacher told me that if I hated the bible so much I should use that to climb up the rock climbing wall to the bus. My reply was also exactly something that I would say in real life: “That doesn’t even make any sense, not that I’m surprised. Next to nothing that you religious-nuts say makes any sense at all.”
I did start to climb, though. I reached to grab the blow-up rocks when suddenly the teacher shouts that I need to sing the Alphabet backwards while doing it. Then the rocks changed into alphabet letters with faces and started singing like the little letters at Candy Mountain in the first Charlie the Unicorn.
Then I woke up.
This might sound like a really irrelevant article for this club, but it’s not. It actually has a lesson: dreams are random, strange, weird, and most of the time make horrible plot ideas. Just because something appears in a dream does not automatically make it good, nor does it mean that you should ever publish it. Cassie, Youknowit, just because sparkling vampires appear in a dream does not mean that it makes sense or that it’s a good idea. Don’t use, “Oh, it was part of her dream” as an excuse for sparkling vampires.
Well of course I stood up and said, “You can’t do that. This is a public school. It says in the Constitution that there’s a separation between Church (or Temple, or Mosque) and state! Even though we aren’t on school grounds, so long as we remain on this bus, we’re on school property and you can’t make us discuss the bible or force your religion upon us.” (That is definitely something that I would say in real life.) All I remember after that part is that she got mad at me, because then the dream shifted.
It was my school still, but it was apparently during the Holocaust or something. This part’s kinda blurry, but I wasn’t ME in this dream, I was some other person my age. The weird part was, I KNEW that she wasn’t me. I just kind of sat back and let the other person take control. She was hiding in one of the supply cabinets because raiders would come into the school and steal everything. I knew what would happen if she didn’t get caught and didn’t get her little item that she was trying to hide stolen, and it was my job to make sure that she didn’t until I reached the part that I knew what was going to happen. Confusing, I know. That’s probably why I can’t remember anything past that little bit of the dream.
It then morphed back into my original dream. The bus had stopped in the middle of a forest on top of what was probably a 30 foot high blow-up rock climbing wall. The only problem was, I wasn’t in the bus, I was on the ground. The teacher told me that if I hated the bible so much I should use that to climb up the rock climbing wall to the bus. My reply was also exactly something that I would say in real life: “That doesn’t even make any sense, not that I’m surprised. Next to nothing that you religious-nuts say makes any sense at all.”
I did start to climb, though. I reached to grab the blow-up rocks when suddenly the teacher shouts that I need to sing the Alphabet backwards while doing it. Then the rocks changed into alphabet letters with faces and started singing like the little letters at Candy Mountain in the first Charlie the Unicorn.
Then I woke up.
This might sound like a really irrelevant article for this club, but it’s not. It actually has a lesson: dreams are random, strange, weird, and most of the time make horrible plot ideas. Just because something appears in a dream does not automatically make it good, nor does it mean that you should ever publish it. Cassie, Youknowit, just because sparkling vampires appear in a dream does not mean that it makes sense or that it’s a good idea. Don’t use, “Oh, it was part of her dream” as an excuse for sparkling vampires.
Okay, so i was getting pretty sick of answering so many questions about the same thing, and im sure others are/were too, so i just thought that it would be better for everyone to add their opinion to this thing, cos i guess it just makes life easier, and because you can get LOADS of replies/answers on this. So yeah, enjoy.
My Answer:
In my opinion, Harry Potter is better, and i prefer it more than Twilight, because i feel as if i can relate to the characters more. Also, i feel as if Twilight doesn't really have a plot, compared to Harry Potter. (There is more, but i cba to write anymore atm, haha)
My Answer:
In my opinion, Harry Potter is better, and i prefer it more than Twilight, because i feel as if i can relate to the characters more. Also, i feel as if Twilight doesn't really have a plot, compared to Harry Potter. (There is more, but i cba to write anymore atm, haha)
-harry’s hormones went overdrive when he saw this spankin’ hot qurl from the ravenclaw quidditch team.
-being the teenage boy he is, he didn’t make a move until it was the yule ball and it turns out that this d00d cedric asked her out.
-then this d00d died and cho was all “bawwww cedric” but somehow she managed to get over all that because of harry’s eternal glory the strategically placed mistletoe. so they kissed.
-then they dated on valentine’s day in hogsmeade and cho wanted to be all “baww cedric” in front of harry. but harry, being the hormone-driven infatuated teenager he is, was all ears.
-then it ended when harry said he was meeting hermione, because apparently cho’s the only one allowed to talk about someone else in their relationship.
-being the teenage boy he is, he didn’t make a move until it was the yule ball and it turns out that this d00d cedric asked her out.
-then this d00d died and cho was all “bawwww cedric” but somehow she managed to get over all that because of harry’s eternal glory the strategically placed mistletoe. so they kissed.
-then they dated on valentine’s day in hogsmeade and cho wanted to be all “baww cedric” in front of harry. but harry, being the hormone-driven infatuated teenager he is, was all ears.
-then it ended when harry said he was meeting hermione, because apparently cho’s the only one allowed to talk about someone else in their relationship.