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I had a dream where I was in this garden in the back of a mansion and it was just as perfect and controlled as a film set; each blade of grass grew out to the exact same length and dark moon-put-into-a-blender-with-the-night-sky-green-color if the moon were a sugar cookie and you could put a straw to the sky and suck it into your mouth and then spit it into a blender without the effect of having several billion degrees of heat in direct contact with the interior of your head, which would cause you to be dead. The sky in the garden looked like it had been painted on commission by people in gambling device costumes threatened to be decapitated by a landowner that is a Lewis Carrol fanatic and a Big Fan of the French Revolution and an escaped convicted. The garden contents looked like an alien invasion that had gone horribly wrong. There were flowers with three long stamens with eyes at the end, making it look like a snail shoved into a flower instead of just an unusual flower. There was also a white flower subconciously based on a cotten candy ice cream I had when I visited the Niagra Falls and had won a really awsome marionette for being a good little girk. I mean girl. Not girk. Its petals were completely white and were oulined with rainbow colors, eventhough the ice cream was outlined only with light blue. [That was a really good ice cream.] There was also this chair made from tree roots with flowers growing out of it. Running through the center of the garden was this man-made chanel constructed with gray stones and filled with what looked like bright poolwater. There was a bridge made from the same type of stones going over it, and I found myself standing on it looking at an area right beneath it where the chanel ballooned out into a circular little pond area. It even had lily pads and vines in it. As I stood there an old woman I assume owned the mansion told me there was a girl that would show up in the water, and she was some sort of mermaid ghost that was a really rare sight, even to her, because in all her years of living there she had only seen her once. She left, and as I crossed my arms over the edge of the bridge like Linus from the Peanuts and looked down into the water in which I looked at what I thought was my reflection. When I noticed I could only see the top half of the face looking back at my with eyes as cold as a child killer peering out from underneath the bridge and that the reflection had a blob of blue hair that was drifting and spreading through the water like endless thick blue pen ink, the realization came with it that it wasn't my reflection. I blinked, or did something similar that leads one's eyes to move, like having a peice of glass flicked at it, but when I look back again the ghost mermaid girl was gone. Later on from some wormhole there appeared a group of pretencious British tweens from Degas's pastel box [all British tweens have part time jobs as a French impressionist artist's supplies.] Their outfits were so stereotypicaly pastel springtime tea timish I could have thrown them into the water and made watercolors. Or tea. Hahahaha. Anyways, I didn't like them eventhough I never even spoke to them. They just appeared next to me giggling and pointing to the water with mickey mouse gloved hands taking up my space. Stupid individuals born from a hallucinary experience. Their stupid hallucinary mothers should have considered not so stupid hallucinary abortion. I looked down to where they were pointing and saw the ghost mermaid girl had appeared again, but this time she was swimming around the pond area as opposed to just staring up at us like a creep. I told my mom, who was somewhere behind me taking pictures of the flowers, she didn't really believe me but told me to take pictures because I would never see anything like it again in my life. So on my mother's advice I took out my camera, but decided it would be a better idea to make a video because all the girls in the group were taking pictures, interestingly enough with very primative cameras, I was suprised they didn't jump out from their grips and started to swing around on the vines in the garden. As quickly as I could I put my camera into video mode and pressed the record button, but no matter how many times I pressed it it wouldn't start recording. I got really frustrated and even felt like crying. Suddenly I looked up to see that everyone but me was gone, including the mermaid ghost, I was all alone and had missed the chance to get footage of her. I then put my hand to my head to discover that my hair had been replaced with an un-dying blob of thick blue pen ink that was dripping endlessly over me and on everything around me, turning everything blue. The old woman then reappeared to ask me 'what the hell did you do?' at which point I woke up.

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