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Post by Lana on Aug 29, 2009 15:36:40 GMT -5
I woke up the next morning at about 7:30 to my phone ringing. “Hello” “Lana, I had the same dream last night”[/b][/color] It was Dreux “Everything?”“Yeah, I’m telling you I swear it’s something” I think he was right “Ill look it up and call you with the details”“Ok, if I don’t answer, I’ll text you as soon as I get the chance.”“Ok”“Alright bye”[/b][/color] We hung up I got up made my bed and jumped in the shower. As I let the warm water caress my hair I thought of my idea for the story. It had to be the right topic. I turned off the water. As I stepped out of my shower my doorbell rang and someone was banging on the door. Nervous that someone I knew was in trouble I ran down stairs and rushed to the door. I opened it. “Dreux, what happened? You scared me” I tightened my towel as he came in my house pacing back and forth. “He’s back. How could she let him come back?”“Who?”“My mom. She let my dad come home”[/b][/color] “What?” My mouth dropped. “I know.” He sat down and put his face in his hands “Dreux” I walked over and rubbed his back “Why Lana? He fucked us over so many times. How could she do that?”“I know, I know”[/b][/color] I hugged him “What am I gonna do. She wants me to go over for dinner. I cant do it” He had a daze in his eyes “You cant not go. Your mom would be hurt.”“She would be hurt? How about me, Terrence and Michelle? What about us?”[/b][/color] He had tears in his eyes “I know, babe. I tell you what. I’ll go with you. We can kick it in your room” He nodded “Thanks Lana” “Welcome, now let me go get dressed. There’s some muchies in the kitchen, help yourself.”“Ok”[/b][/color] I walked upstairs and got ready. I decided if we were gonna be in his room at his mom’s house, I would take my laptop and start on my column. At his mom’s house “Malik, baby can you get the door?”“Yeah” He walked to the door and opened it “Hey son…And who is this? My daughter in law?” Dreux ignored him “Ma!!!” he yelled as Malik, Dreux’s dad eyed me. “Don’t yell I’m right here”“Fine, I’m here Lana came we going up to my room”“How bout you stay down here and we talk”“How bout we don’t” [/b][/color]Dreux grabbed my hand and we ran upstairs to his room “Dreux, I know you don’t like that he’s here but you cant get away from it”“She’s right. I’m here now. Get used to it”“Get out of my room”“Its my damn house”“Your damn house? Where were you when mom was struggling to support us? Out with some other female?”[/b][/color] They were standing face to face. I jumped in “Ok, stop. Dreux help me with my paper please” He looked at me as I put my hand on his chest and he backed up. Malik laughed and winked at me as he walked out of the room. “I know you don’t like him but think of your mom. She’s always loved him and she always will. Even if that means you have to put your feelings aside. It’s for your mom”He just looked at me and turned around lying on his bed. “All my life he’s been in and out. He promises things and doesn’t go through with them and then we’re left to hear my mom cry as she talks to him on the phone. How could I ever forget that? If it wasn’t for him, we would’ve never had to move so much. We could’ve stayed here instead of renting it out. We lived in a damn 1 bedroom apartment because of him Lana. How is she just gonna let him back in?”“I don’t know Dreux. But like I said, your mom has to do things for herself too. This could’ve been a long time coming.”[/b][/color] I opened up my laptop and began to write the intro to my column. I wrote: Hello to all my new readers. I was blessed with the opportunity to write in this magazine and I fully intend on making this column one of your favorites. Let me start off with a little background of myself. I am of African-American, Japanese and Indian descent. Being that I am Japanese, I have had the opportunity to bring you into the Japanese beliefs. I am not disowning my Black nor Indian backgrounds, but I will focus on the Japanese beliefs for one simple reason. They are becoming a reality.
The title of my column will be known as Psychic Dreaming. Have you ever dreamt of something and it just doesn’t leave your mind? Have you ever had the same dream more than once? Have you ever wondered what your dream or dreams meant? Well for me and my friends and family, we are just learning that the very dreams that will not leave us are becoming our reality.
In my first of hopefully many articles, a very close friend of mine recently confided in me a dream he had. In this dream, he would wake up in a completely white room, no windows with the exception of one so the outside world can look in. As he attempts to get up from his cot he finds he is strapped. He can’t eat, cant move and he even cant be heard. As he yells for help, others walk by, look at him and walk away. Seeing that someone has come into the room he is in, he attempst to talk but nothing comes out. Just as the elderly man in the room is about to speak…My friend is awaken.
The next night as he sleeps, his dream goes into more dept. He is now in a somewhat entertainment room. As he sits there he attempts to walk away into another room only to be tackled to the ground. As he struggles to fight off the 300+ pounds bodyguards he is told that he will go into a special room where he is secluded for days at a time. He loses weight and eventually is let out only to be put back in because he doesn’t understand his surroundings. Being awaken in his dream, he is told by a nurse that his mother is there to visit him. As he makes his way to the visitation room, he notices that he is in some sort of uniform. Seeing his mother he is happy. “Mom, where am I?” He questions his mother “The hospital baby” “Why?” “Because you need help” “Mom, get me out of here” He looks up to see the name of his location “Fanatical Refuge?” “Yes. You need to be here” His mother explains “Mom, I’m not crazy” He yelled as the guards grabbed him and dragged him back to the special room he was in. “MOM!” He yells as she waves bye crying The guards throw him in the room and lock the door. He awakes from his dream.
As I hear him describe his dream I can’t help but to wonder if my grandmother knows anything. I give her a call after he asks me to get in contact with her. We make our way to her house and here is where I make a connection.
My grandmother is of Japanese parents. Being that she was raised with the Japanese culture very much intact she is able to show me a book. As a young girl, she too had dreams which left her questioning. Her grandmother gave her a book describing the potential of a dream and she handed the book to me. As I look through the book, I scan through the different dreams I notice the description of the dream he described to me. I blow it off thinking nothing will come of the dream and the book and go to sleep. It is the next morning that the two come together in an eerie but relieving manner.
At about 7:30 the next morning, my door bell is rung. As I rush to the door I see it is the friend that confided in me. He then tells me that his mother has excepted his father back into her life. Being that as a young child his father would promise activities and never go through with them, my friend was disappointed. At one point his father even came back into his, his mother and his siblings’ life only to take all the money his mother had and leave them to rent out their home and live in a 1 bedroom apartment for years. The abuse his mother endured left him emotionally scared and to this day he has a hard time trusting people. Seemed like nothing until I looked in the book my grandmother gave me. I followed through the alphabet and came to the dream my adored friend had. As I came to Asylum I read.Asylum: [to dream of an asylum denotes sickness and unlucky dealings, which cannot be overcome without great mental struggle.]Coincidence? I think not. Please leave your opinions and suggestions.I saved and closed my laptop. The next week I turned in my article and about a week after that I read my first article in Vanity Magazine. and whatever Lala!!!!!!
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Post by `(the cheerleader] on Aug 29, 2009 21:38:20 GMT -5
upz
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Post by skittlez on Aug 30, 2009 0:31:01 GMT -5
AYYYYE Oh Kay...Dang datz KaRazy...WOOOW...Update!
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Post by `(the cheerleader] on Aug 30, 2009 22:06:06 GMT -5
waiting................tapps foot impatiently
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Post by XxLalaBuggxX on Sept 1, 2009 13:51:56 GMT -5
Wow....told you he was having nitemares && now he's living one Man thats krazy his mom took his dad back...kno she can do better Goodness thought they was gonna get the fighting && his dad nasty....looking at u like that....eww lol
...Ok update already..lol
Whatever...u keep your tea && i'll stick to mine lol
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Post by Lana on Sept 3, 2009 12:41:56 GMT -5
Psychic Dreaming It had been about 2 weeks since Dreux’s dream and to our surprise his father was still with his mom. Dreux hasn’t really come to good terms with his father but hey who could after all the shit his dad put him through. It was a Friday night and everyone was booed up. My sister Shawnna was with her boyfriend Quincy. My girl Lala was with her dude Ace and I’m pretty sure my girl Saucy was with her man Legacy. So that left me and Dreux, the only two singles ones alone. I sat in my bed relaxing and painting my nails with clear nail polish. My phone rang. “Hold on I got it but my nails are wet” I carefully pressed the answer button on my phone and answered it “Hello”“Hey, what are you doing?”“Nothing, painting my nails, what’s up?”“Nothing, I’m bored. Can I come over?”“Yeah, of course, you know you can come over whenever unless I text or call you and tell you otherwise”“Thanks, Ima be there in a minute”“Ok, you got the key, just make sure you lock the door” “Got it, bye”“Bye” [/b][/color]We hung up and I blew on my nails to make them dry About 10 minutes later, I heard the front door open and keys hit the table. I knew it was Dreux “DREUX!!” I yelled out “Yea!”“Can you grab my Dr.Pepper out of the fridge?”[/b][/color] I yelled out. I got no response for about 2 minutes so I got up and walked out of my room “Dreux?” I questioned as I turned the corner of my hallway. I walked down stairs and heard Dreux’s voice “Hell no” “Leah, I’m not going over. Look I’m sorry but I can’t be in the same room as him.”It was his sister. I walked up next to him and he gave me a hug. Leaving his arm around my neck, he grabbed my soda opened it and took a drink. “Buster” I pushed him and he gave it back to me. “I know Leah, look I’ll think about it. I’m not promising anything but I’ll think about it” “Ok, alright bye” He hung up “What happened?” I said sitting on the counter “She having a dinner party for her birthday tonight and she want me to go. I cant if he gonna be there” “But its her birthday”“That’s why. I don’t want her to have drama on her birthday and I know if I go, he’ll say something. If he say something stupid ima fuck his ass up”[/b][/color]I sat there looking at him “What?” “Nothing”[/b][/color] I jumped off the counter “No, you wanted to say something, say it” I hesitated but I knew he would do it “I was thinking, maybe for tonight we could be a couple again. Remember the last time we were together and he came back?” [/b]He smiled “It drove him crazy” His dad was always mean to me and for some reason always said I couldn’t hang with Dreux. “Yeah, so I say WE go and drive him crazy” My cell phone rang. “Hello?”“Hey Lana, its Leah”[/b][/color] I smiled “Yeah, what’s up?”“Can you talk Dreux into coming tonight. You know how much I want him here and you know that you’re always invited.” [/b][/color]I smiled “We’ll be there, I promise”“Thanks Lana, I really owe you one”[/b][/color] I knew she was smiling “Welcome, what time and where?”“7:30 at Sambi’s” It was a Japanese Food place “Aww damn gotta bring some Japanese to the party” She laughed “You already know, so I’ll see you guys?”“Yeah, we’ll be there”“Ok, thanks again Lana”“Welcome”[/b][/color] We hung up I handed my phone to Dreux and made my way to my room. He followed me. “Who was that? Leah?”“Yeah, we’re going. Let’s drive him crazy”[/b][/color] I smiled at him and opened my closet. “What do you want me to wear?” “Umm…let me see what you have”[/b][/color] He went through my closet and was picking out my outfit. His phone rang. “Get that yeah Lana” I picked it up “Hello” “Where’s Dreux”[/b] [/color]It was his mom “Getting my outfit ready”“Your outfit? Are you going? Does that mean he’s going too?” [/b]She sounded happy “Yes, we’re going”“Who is it?!”[/b] Dreux yelled “MOM!” I yelled back as she laughed over the phone “What’s funny?”“You call me mom still, that’s so cute”“Mom, your weird I swear”[/b][/color] I laughed with her “Ok, I’ll see you there” “Yes you will, talk to you then”[/b] [/color]We hung up “Here” He layed out the outfit on my bed. “And wear your hair down and curly, that way it brings out your cheek bones”“Umm…ok”“Oh, and NO make-up. You’re to pretty for that crap”[/b][/color] I laughed “Ok Druex I said outfit” I walked passed him grabbing underwear and a bra set. “That is the outfit” He sat on my bed and turned on the TV. I walked into the bathroom and took a quick shower, washing my hair so he could have it the way he wanted. We went to the dinner and let’s say there was tension but no action. After dinner Dreux dropped me off at my condo, waited till I go in the house and drove off. About 15 minutes later he called he to tell me he was home and we said our goodnights. I was chillin in my living room eating some ice cream and someone banged on my door. I got up cautiously to the door. I peeped thru the peep hole and opened it. “Hey is everything ok?”“No. Well kinda. I need your advice”“Yeah, come in”[/b][/color] I let her in and we sat down. “So what’s up?”THIS STORY WILL ONLY BE ON HERE!!!!!!!!!! the other boards that this story is on will not get updated
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Post by `(the cheerleader] on Sept 3, 2009 13:04:34 GMT -5
y the hell is he picking out her outfits lol its so cute that she calls his mom mom lol i wnder who that was, update
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Post by skittlez on Sept 5, 2009 1:21:11 GMT -5
AYYYYE..Craqn UPDATE!!
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Post by XxLalaBuggxX on Sept 5, 2009 15:03:50 GMT -5
cute how he picked everything out...even how he wants her to wear her hair lol
But glade they went to his sis bdaii dinner party. Would of been bummed if mii bro didnt come to mines lol
Wonder who was at the door...
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Post by Lana on Sept 8, 2009 1:40:27 GMT -5
ok i know its hard to see the parts that are in purple but the next update will have colors that are ok. promise.
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Post by Lana on Sept 14, 2009 3:18:02 GMT -5
Psychic Dreaming Readers, This month I bring to you a dream that is bizarre but just as typical as the next. A few days ago I spent the night with a group of my closest friends. It was girl’s night and we all gathered around my best friend. She was getting married and this was one of the few nights she had left as a single, young woman. The night was filled with laughter, drinks, food, movies and eventually tears. As we all made our way to bed in the different guest rooms, we all had something on our minds. The night of sleep went smooth and it wasn’t till the next morning when all the other girls were leaving that my best friend asked me a strange question. She asked, “Have you ever had a dream about a prostitute?”As I looked at her, I knew she wasn’t joking and the dream she had was real. “No, I haven’t but if I do I’ll let you know” I joked “Lana, I’m serious. I think the prostitute might have something to do with my fianc锓I doubt that, what happened in the dream”[/b][/color] I asked her as the last of the girls drove off in her car. She looked at me and we walked back into her living room, took a seat and she began her story. She explained it in very much detail: I was at a club with you and Shawnna. As we exited out of the club we each made our way to my car. As I dropped Shawnna off and then you I had the feeling to go back to my mom’s. As I drove on Crenshaw I came to a complete stop at a red light. Here’s where the dream got interesting. I stopped at the red light and nodded at the bum I had been seeing him since I was a little girl. He smiled and pointed. As I turned around to see what he was pointing at she noticed a young girl on the corner. Being that the light was red and the young girl noticed me looking at her, the young girl walked up to my friend’s window. “What you need?” The young girl said “What are you doing? You hoein’?” I questioned the girl she looked younger than 18. “That’s what I do. I don’t need to hear that I’m, too beautiful or that I’m smarter or I have potential to be a model or a doctor. I gotta support my son and this the only way. So, you want something or you just stopped at the light?”“Ok one, you a female asking a female if she want a blow. Two aint nobody told you to come over here and three, if you know you have all that potential and you get all them comments, why lay on your back when you can get a job at the mall?”“Its complicated, so do you want some or no”“Hell no”[/b] [/color]The light turned green and I drove away. “That’s crazy, she really came up to you” Lana laughed “Its not funny Lana” I went home that day and my best guy friend, the one whose dream I analyzed in the last column, came over to my house. Being that my best girl friend is a mutual friend of ours, we talked about her dream. Just as he left and I settled into my bed to call it a night she called me. “Lana” she cried into the phone “What’s wrong is everything ok?” I jumped up thinking I was going to have to rescue her from some crazy shenanigan that she had gotten herself into. “No, I messed up. Lana what am I going to do?”“Where are you?”“I’m at my ex boyfriends”“What? What are you doing at his house?”“I messed up”[/b][/color] she told me the whole story and it wasn’t looking good for her. I calmed her down and she eventually got herself together and came to my house. Upon arriving she walked into my guest bedroom and went to sleep. As she slept I remembered her telling me of her dream. I picked up what I now called the “Dream Book” and looked up Prostitute being that that was what she dreamt about. I hadn’t really brought the book out. I had a lot of things happening and never really looked into any dreams I had been having. For the second time, I looked at the book in shock. It read… Prostitution: [a young woman to dream of a prostitute foretells that she will deceive her lover as to her purity or candor.]
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Post by XxLalaBuggxX on Sept 14, 2009 18:21:49 GMT -5
Lol, of all the things to dream bout Had to dream bout Prostitution deceiving?! Lol not good at all ...well don't see the wedding happening lol
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Post by `(the cheerleader] on Sept 14, 2009 20:23:41 GMT -5
lol why didnt she luk b4!! she waits until after man, poor lala lol update
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Post by Lana on Sept 17, 2009 14:58:52 GMT -5
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Post by skittlez on Sept 18, 2009 23:22:46 GMT -5
WOOOW Datz KaRazy...Itz KaRazed Hw She Readz it AFTR She Does it...SMH...Bookiie UpDatE!!
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