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Monday, November 28, 2005

I've been having really weird dreams lately. And these dreams always involve a girl, who seems very familiar, yet I've never met her before. Everytime I see her in my dreams, it's like a sense of deja vu washes all over my ethereal being. She wears spectacles, has a nicely broad forehead, quite tall, is quite tanned and has an almost flat chest (which is very sad). Just kidding! Well, it's really weird because I can recall most of the dreams she's in. Maybe it's my life partner? I really don't know. But she looks like a nice girl. Haha. But last night my dream was quite scary. Pennywise the clown was in my dream. The bugger was holding a bunch of red balloons, and walking around the hotel where there was some event or something. If you've read Stephen King's "IT", you will know who I'm talking about. He was menacing, and threatening me, that he'd kidnap her or something. So in my usual way, I tell him to "F**k off!", and threatened to give him an almighty kick in the groin. And then he vanishes, leaving behind all his red balloons. And I just wonder around with "the girl in my dreams", the scene suddenly changes to the next day, checking out time, and she's missing. And I rush around in a frenzy looking for her, finding not her in her room, but a balloon with the leering face of Pennywise. I curse and swear, vowing to mince his genitalia. But suddenly I wake up, and checking my cell phone, I see it's already 6.12am, 3 minutes before my alarm clock is scheduled to ring.

So I get up to wash up and get ready for my dad to fetch me to school. While I'm downstairs waiting, I looked across to the bustop amd see a girl who strikingly resembles the girl in my dreams, and she's looking back at me. At the moment our eyes met, a feeling of deja vu washed over me, making me shiver. Then my dad arrives, and I get in. I close me eyes and try to forget it. I only recalled it while cycling after I reached home from school. And it still freaks me out. The thing about Pennywise the clown is that I read the book "IT" 2 years ago, and I haven't thought about it at all. I hope not to dream tonight. I want a peaceful night's rest, without that prick of a clown invading my dreams. It's irritating. If I do dream tonight, I hope to kick him in the 'nads, to teach him a lesson for disturbing such a sweet dream. Imagine the balls of that clown, turning a sweet dream sour. Anyway, I got to go sleep. Have to wake up in 5 hours. Nights!

Kenny died at 11:50 pm