Nothing Particularly Amusing

There's nothing particularly amusing at all. Other than Christmas Break, my brother irking my nerves and that I still haven't changed out of my pajama shorts. The Doctor signed on last night for some Scrabble which was great, I won majority of the games because she's rusty.

Some people use the 'rusty' excuse when they just suck at something. But no. She was rusty, she usually clobbers me each game and the tables were totally turned (until she warmed up). She got right back into the swing of things as usual and won a few. I tend to not allow her to beat me too much! Joking of course.

But before I turned in I had this really good game. I was ahead the majority of the game, steadily keeping my score well above his. But at times like these when I know I'm winning, I start underestimating my opponent. I assume they suck and they won't catch up, when ultimately they do making the game pretty tight.

He was ahead, the score was:

285 t0 317.

He had three tiles left, a B, a D and an I. Which totals up to be seven points on the website I play on. Because I was going to make Join off of the J for a double word score, I would then end the game subtracting his seven points from his score which add to mine.

I know that totally doesn't make sense, so I'll show you the math.

285 + 27 = 312. The 27 includes the 20 points from join and the 7 points from the tiles he did not use.

His score: 317 - 7 = 310.

The Scrabble Dunce Wins! 150 ranking points away from 1800!

I had such weird dreams these past couple nights, one in particular I think I'd share.

I was in this area touring an old prison with my cousins and there was a morgue (Again!) with the big fucking drawers and shit, and they were yellow like the lockers at school. That's the scary part - I'm not surprised at all.

So then, apart of the tour was laying DOWN in these huge drawers like the dead prisoners did! So whatever, I crawl in and I'm next to my cousins in the drawer thinking to myself, "Some dead person sat here!" I was screaming, not crying but freaking the hell out. And there was this part where this 'thing' dropped down and I couldn't get past it because of my chest.

Anyway moving on.

So the dream switched to the woods. And I've definitely seen this dream before and I was just observing, I was running away from something.

I remember seeing people in white suits running around - I've concluded by from what I knew they were prisoners and I was standing next to two of them. They couldn't be seen, and they were running (including me) all over the place. To our left I remember this small group of people, a man with three teenagers in search for the runaways.

Shit, I thought. The two prisoners next to me were like, "We need to run that way." They pointed in the direction, however I disagreed saying, "He'll see us, no?"

At this point I was behind a tree still looking at prisoner's in white running and the guy who thought he saw me, Phew.

So I book it, I start booking it to this little dirt path. Even in my dreams I'm the fat kid out of breath, Christ. Now we're stopped and walking, they aren't camouflaged at all which I concluded, Ha they're easier to see if they run away!

Not really, but whatever. So I asked them, "Why don't you just dye them a different color?"

And they responded with, "Because then if we dye them a different color, they'll rip holes in them."

Fine.

They lead me to this place, it was a tunnel and there was different color paints all over the walls. It was kind of like tye dye everywhere, and voila, there are THREE more prisoner's doing some Wiccan rituals or some boosh wearing tye dye prisoner suits!

My god it was so weird, and then I woke up!