PLEASE ANYONE ANSWER!?

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So, i had this dream a couple of months ago and I suppose it's safe to say that i'm obsessed with it. I think about it all the time. It practically invades my thoughts. So here it is.
It started out with me in this garage. I was looking for a baseball (i don't play baseball so i don't know.) The walls of the garage were wooden, but it was painted red. There was shelves of tools, and tools hanging up on hooks. There was a built-in bench made of wood that was painted red as well. The garage was connected to the house. There was a brown station wagon parked in garage. Even though they weren't in the dream, i knew that these people lived there. There was the wife, who had blonde hair and the husband who was a bit heavy set, and was bald on top. The blonde-haired wife had glasses. (May I mind you, i don't have any idea who these people are in real life.) I felt like I knew this house. I knew every aspect of it. I felt like I was in a different time period, as if it was the late 80s. I found the baseball and since the garage door was open, I darted out into their drive way. I was in this neighborhood that seemed very familiar. As if I lived there myself. There were houses lining the streets, and garbage cans in the road. Basketball nets, etc. But nobody was around. Nobody in sight. I heard birds chirping, but that's it. Suddenly, I blink my eyes and I'm inside the house whose garage, I was just in. I was in their son's bedroom. The bedroom had the walls were painted blue. His shades were down. The closet door was wooden-brown, along with his bedroom furniture. The border of the room was brown wood too. I felt like I knew this kid, and his bedroom. The kid was a year older than me so that'd make him 15. He had blonde hair, and he was actually rather good looking. His bedsheets were plaid, and he had a twin mattress. He had a small RCA tv on his dresser that had "Different Strokes" on. And we were sitting on his bed talking about how we both like that show. I remember him having this poster on his wall, that said "Flotsam and Jetsam" which I have no idea what the hell "Flotsam and Jetsam" is. It seemed to be some sort of band, that I don't know. For some reason that song, "Bennie and The Jets" was playing in the background, as if it was coming from downstairs. His door was shut. Then suddenly, he stands up and walks by the door and goes "You can't be here! This isn't yours! Get out! You can't do anything here! Please go!" and he starts panicking. So, me I'm just sitting on his bed and I'm like "What?!" and then I realize that I have no idea where I am and I start to worry. He shrugs and then he comes over to me and like I'm sitting at the edge of his bed. He acts like he's about to kiss me so I lean back. He starts smiling and says something like "this is really bad. i dont even know why your here. this is crazy" and the dream ends. I feel like I know this kid. It's annoying the hell out of me. He has dark brown eyes, and a small birthmark on his arm. Everything is so detailed. Everything. And for some strange reason I feel like the house/neighborhood I'm dreaming about is somewhere in Nassau County, Long Island where my aunt lives? I know, I know. I sound crazy. But I know for a fact that this dream takes place in the late 80's, and I know for a fact that this person is an adult right now. I don't know why I keep thinking about this. Considering this dream happened in March, and It's now August and I'm only 14 and this is really scaring me. I really think about it all the time. I don't know my feelings about this person. As if i love them or something. I don't know. Its strange. Someone tell me what this means.

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I know a grown man who said that when he was a teenage boy, everything seemed to excite him--but that did not mean he was gay. It's just how teens work. You can't control your dreams. It is likely nothing to worry about. I have mixed up, weird dreams all the time. You likely watched a how-to show, once--hence the tools in the garage, etc.

Is this a good story?

Jay

Hey everybody out there! I was just wondering if this was a good story for me to write. Its kind of based on personal experience. Well here it is:

Preface


Iâm fourteen years old, I go to a public-school, Iâm an honors-student and I live on Long Island, New York. My full name is Kaitlyn Marie Step. I have one sister, Celia, and two brothers, Craig and Ken. Craig moved out of the house last year. He lives with his friends now, in some apartment in the city. Kenâs only four years old. He has his own bedroom next to my parents. Celia is eight. She sleeps in the room across the hall from me.

I turned fourteen last night. My parents got me a computer for my room. They said that I am old enough to have a computer, and responsible enough. Iâm probably not going to use it that much. Maybe a few days a week. For homework, obviously.

I donât really like computer-games. They donât fascinate me. Or chat-rooms. My mom said that I can have an AIM but I canât go on chat-rooms. Iâm fine with that idea. I donât need anymore friends anyways. Iâve used my computer though. Quite a bit actually. I set up my AIM which I completely adore. Iâve talked to my friends about my surprise-birthday-party from yesterday. It was all good.

Craig never had a computer in his room. So it would be the first time for my parents having a kid with a computer in their bedroom.

Also, last night I was given a responsibility talk about having a computer. Like I shouldnât give any personal info out, I should always have a private-profile on AIM, what I was allowed and wasnât allowed to do. It was just a general type thing. I understood what my parents meant by it. I mean, it made perfect sense. I also planned to follow those rules that my mom had given me. She talked about online-predators, Pedi files, perverts, and such. A talk that every parent should give their kid before allowing them to have a computer in their bedroom. I told my mom I understood everything that she had said and why. If I were her, Iâd be nervous too giving my kid a computer. She trusts me. And anyways, now I wonât have to be downstairs disrupting my mom when sheâs on the computer checking her facebook (which Iâm also not allowed to have), or my dad when he has to do work on it, or my sister when sheâs doing her homework. I said that my sister could do her homework on my computer. Just so I could be nice and prove how responsible and caring I am.

All I have to do is follow my momâs simple rules. Itâs not that hard. I know I can do it.
Chapter 1: Online: Three months later


Iâve been on this chat-room for three hours now. Since ten oâclock tonight. Itâs one oâclock now. My eyes are killing me. Iâm just talking with this guy I met a few weeks after I got my computer. Yes, I did break the rules. I am on a chat-room. My mom doesnât know though. She shouldnât know. I donât want her to. If she knew sheâd take away the computer and I wouldnât be able to talk to this guy. His name is Dempsey. Heâs seventeen. He lives with his mom, his father died when he was young. He has a younger brother whoâs ten. My mom thinks Iâm doing homework.

And you know, telling small white lies is apart of life right? I mean, come awwn! Itâs Dempsey! Heâs a high-school quarterback, and I didnât believe him till he convinced me. He showed me pictures and everything. I did do a web-video with him too. Only, he got to see me because he said that he didnât have one but he showed me pictures.

In the pictures he had his football helmet on. I looked him up, and he was real. His name is Dempsey Shoal. Heâs number seven on the team.

I told Dempsey that Iâm a soccer-player. The best in my high-school too. Heâs really interested in my life. He asks me about my family, and how was school. I always tell him good. I donât want him being too concerned over me. Although I know that heâs seventeen, I donât care. And neither does he. He said that heâs already told his whole school about me. Aaaand he considers me his girlfriend!! Every time I talk to him I get butterflies in my stomach. All my spirits are lifted.

I did tell my best-friend Lisi Ably about him. I had to. She thinks that heâs a fake and whatever so I stopped updating her about him two weeks ago. It was a must. Why does she always have to think that everyone from the internet is such a perv? Thatâs not true. Plenty of people out there are just like me.

Personally, I think that online romance is great. You get to know the person before knowing the way that they look. You get to know the soul before their looks. Their inner-selves. The inner beauty.

Dempsey and I discussed meeting up in the future. And heee wasnât the one who brought it up. I was. I just slightly mentioned it to him, because I wanted to know if he had thought about that. And he said that he did. He said that heâd wait for me to be ready. Because true love always waits.

Whenever he types me poetry, my heart flutters. Being on the computer is my es

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It has a good plot line- though it should have a few twists perhaps- or it will turn into a sort of lecture (never go on chatrooms blah blah blah)

Also, I think it might be a little bit predictable....?

anyway, keep going!
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