one of the best i ever had:

he took a bunch of us to the "public library". it was not a regular library, it wasn't just for books (though there were a few). it was more like a museum, or a park, it was a repository for knowledge on subjects, mostly cultural things. it was laid out like a park, some rooms were big and vaulted, with cubbyholes in the walls, tagged by subject. sometimes, you'd walk through a tunnel into an open air area, with more stuff. it had a room about music, and i found a hank williams section and you could look at all of his cds, articles about him, photos, letters, and important objects.

i couldn't believe i didn't know about this place, as it was about the most fascinating and wonerful place i'd ever been. people dressed up to go there on fancy tours, but you didn't have to dress up. i was sure you could go in there for hours and days and still never see the end of all the stuff.

at the end of our tour, we all sat in a little greenhouse and were served a wonderful meal as someone came and showed us a few cool facts we might have missed. he put tiny little studded pins into his collar, and told us how old they were and where they were from. they cost 20 thousand dollars each.

i decided to take my sister there for her birthday.

on the way home, we took a little fancy carriage thing.

i was chasing / being chased by lord voldemort. it was actually quite scary. i would disappear and reappear and he'd be there waiting for me. i finally ended up killing him, once i was ready. my reward was a couple of lobsters sitting in a basket in the maple leaf all day (editor's note: sick)

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my whole band was in a plane. i wanted to sit near the back. me and like 2 other people were there. the plane crashed, and the nose of the plane scraped across the ground, and just wore away like a pencil. everyone died except me and one or 2 of my friends. most of the band was dead and c. and thomas were dead. i remember sitting next to shane and wondering if he was sad that he couldn't even play in his regular band anymore, because they were dead.

then i was at a movie set. i was trying to make a post on a website that had to do with the movie and tf, about how traumatic the experience was. i started typing but then the director came and shushed me, because they were taping.

later my dad came to pick me up, and i forgot my clothes in this giant mansion, and me and the two girls who owned the mansion had to row across the river to get there. i tried to take a picture of the mansion but my camera didn't have any batteries.

later we were on a boat in the day time, a rather large boat, and we were zooming down the river. the boat was too big to manouvre easily, and my brother in law was going way too fast. we fell into a big hole in the river and had a hard time getting out. then we followed the bouys, and they led us over a waterfall. i was wondering how we were going to get back up the waterfall when we came back, but apparently you put a big log in front of your boat, aim it at this spot on the rocks and swing yourself back up like pole vaulting. piece of cake.