I dream of Henry

I have been in this country for nearly two weeks now, and have found myself waking up almost every morning with a clear memory of the night´s dreams. I figure this is an artisic and creative way to analyze my changing perspective of this place, as well as my sub-conscious desires for Henry and Shane (Honorable mentions go out to both the Megans I know). So, in chronological order, i present to you the fading memories of my Argentina dreams.

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I dreamt (?) of Amanda Pearce the first night I was here. Something about Strawberry Shortcake (the dessert, not the terrible, terrible, wonderful sexual fetish) and her house.

shit was concerning.
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Then, I dreamt of Henry for the first (but certainly not the last) time. I was sitting in the passengers seat of Hameed´s van, in the Encinal parking lot. Hameed was driving and Henry was leaned forward from the middle row. He was explaining that he could die, and all we had to do was go back in time and save him. He gave us a little pistol, and we shot him right in the dome. We rewond time, and he came back. ¨That was weak¨, Henry decided, so we drove around Alameda, killing Henry at regular intervals, and he was always revived, and claimed his own death was weak. We drove to my house, where my parents were gardening in the front yard, and Hameed shot Henry right between the eyes and pushed him out of the car and into the street. I, angry that Hameed would have been so stupid, told him that we couldn´t let my parents see. So, we convinced that that Henry was only sleeping and put him back in the car. Only we couldn´t revive him. Hameed and I both started to panic, and as the dream ended, I looked back into the van to see Jesse Hinkle, looking solemn.

shit was scary.
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I was an animorph. Actually, Me and Shane were animorphs and we were with the rest of the Animorphs (Marco, Jake, Rachel, Cassie and Tobias. Ax must have been in his scoop, and I´m sure David was still stuck on his island). There was a bigass dragon, naturally occuring not a morph of Visser 3, and we had to kill it. Except for, it kept flying too high for us, and then swooping down and trying to cut us with it´s big talons. None of us got hurt, but we lived in constant fear of the dragon. Shane and I went to church (we didn´t go inside) and the dragon terrorized us, but we couldn´t morph because people were there.

Shit was crazy bones.
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Then, on the morning of the fireworks, i was too startled to remember much but candy.

i dream of Candy.
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I was in some house with my Cousins Christine and Jessica. There was lots of food and I ate my fill, but wasn´t really enjoying anything. I walked around the house (which was Huge) until I found Pat and Megan Basler making out in the kitchen. They didn´t mind me interrupting, and me and pat strted talking about the upcoming Frisbee tournament, which I was going to play in. Then, Taylor (Red Hand) walks in and kisses both Me and Pat on the cheeks, and tells us how much he loves us. This is strange because there a mutual dislike between Taylor and Dark Meat, but this didn´t exist in the dream. I tried to convince Megan that she should leave Pat because he was playing the the tournament, and be with me becxause I wasn´t. Then I fell asleep in the house.

shit was full of nonsensical emotions.
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Since, i have forgotten the dreams of a coup`le of days, and the next one i remember came to me last Friday or so. Tapioca Express had remodeled, and everything was real classy. Marble countertops, bamboo stools and a big ol´balcony. They had even eliminated the Hawaiian Breeze Manager´s Special. I was mad because Connor had thrown away my full card (true story. and you best be working on that shit for me Nonnie. don´t make me defecate in your new car. you wouldn´t want that.). My Dad was working the counter, but he didn´t know how to give stamps, so I had to do it for him and I gave myself a couple extra. The manager guy (who´s always wearing the same shirt) got mad, and so me and Megan Zerga left. We both were in the bed car (a perfectly innocent occurance), and nobody was driving. We got off at her back porch.

Shit made me want that Tap Tap, and I woke up pissed that I was still here.
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So, that last dream begins the sequence of Alameda dreams, which leads me to believe that I am sub-consciously dying to get the fuck up out of here and go home. Which is true sometimes, but not always.

Here, i was at my house. I had flown back on a special plane that took only 1 hour. Shane and Henry were on the porch, and I think Jenna was waiting outside to drive us somewhere. I asked my Dad if I could go out, and he told me that the plane would only let us stay in Alameda for a day, and that I couldn´t leave because I would miss the flight. I was pissed, and he told me to go to sleep and I would wake up in Argentina again.

I woke up in Argentina, feeling dissapointed and confused.
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This is beginning to become tedious, so maybe only one more. Last night´s.

Me, Shane, Henry and Megan Zerga were at a school, but it was a house. and we didn´t go to classes. but it was a school. Shane and Henry found a Yacht outside on the lake, and claimed it belonged to nobody. We all hopped on, kicked it for awhile and then docked it, because it was ours now. Then, sometime later, Henry tried to go back to the Yacht, but the Principal caught him (it was his Yacht). The yacht broke up into a bunch of Submarines, and the principals kids got into them and went after Henry. Henry jumped into the water and held his breath for an absurd amount of time ¨Henry´s going to run out soon, we have to help him!¨ So, Megan, Shane and I got cutty in the bed-car (which was actually in its car state) over to this really big house. I had to pretend to be a real estate agent, so I could sell the house to Megan Basler, who was buying it for her boss. Megan didn´t believe that I was actually the real estate agent, and then Shane told me that we were late for school. We couldn´t be late, because it was the last day, so we drove back crazy fast, and somehow Henry was with us again.

yeah.

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I think all signs point to me missing my friends and my home.

But i don´t miss Kyle. that rat bastard.

I´ve only used a dollar 50. Maybe I´ll post again.