freaky

So, the other day I had this crack smokin' dream. I don't usually remember my dreams, but this one was so real and psycho I couldn't help but think about it all day. You know that freaky Chucky doll?

Yep, that's the one. He was in my dream. Except he was not a small child, he was an adult Chucky doll. And he was my teacher. And, for obvious reasons, I didn't care for him much. I entered the classroom, which consisted of several bunkbeds lining the sides of a small warehouse. Apparently we were having a class sleepover. Lucky for me, Chucky the teacher was not sleeping with us. But as he was exiting the classroom/warehouse I decided to throw a soccer ball at him. He didn't turn around, in fact he acted as if nothing had happened and just kept walking. Just then, my classmates formed a circle and began saying that whoever threw the soccer ball at the teacher was going to pay (apparently no one saw me do it). I was a little frightened, but not too scared. I found a bunkbed to rest my weary head on and started falling asleep. I was on the top bunk mind you. Just as I was falling asleep I felt someone pull my leg, pulling me off of the top bunk and onto a different bottom bunk (the bunk below the teachers' bunk). Guess who was my classmate that did that to me?

It was Katherine Heigl. Strange, I know. She was doing it more as a joke, but the fact that I now had to sleep on the same bunk as my teacher (even though he was not there at the time) did frighten me a little. I tried falling asleep, but as I was doing so I felt someone breathe into my ear (and I really felt it in real life too). FREAKY!!! Just then I woke up, totally expecting to see Chucky standing over me. I seriously threw my arm out to smack him, but ended up smacking my pillow instead. My heart was racing. I looked all over my room, thinking someone had to be in there...afterall, I did just feel someone breathe into my ear...

Luckily, no one was there. And thinking about it now, I attribute the breeze on my ear to my ceiling fan. Needless to say, once I calmed down and tried to fall back asleep, all I could picture was a freaky Chucky doll hanging down from the top bunk, staring me right in the eye. How do our brains come up with these things??

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Here's to hoping none of my blogging friends have to experience Chucky in their dreams...