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So I'm with Bone (guess what....she's blonde) and I realize I can see with my eyes closed. We're talking, and I'm just doing things with ease. I can visualize everything around me like Neo did when he was blind in the real world. (in the third one....I know, it sucked but whatever) So I'm doing all of this stuff, and she touches my hands. I notice her hands are super soft, and I practically melt. I told her how soft mine are and she started rubbing them. We, walked off, and eventually I cam across (forgot her name, knew her in Jr. High she's blonde as well)

She grabbed my hand, and it was just as soft as Bone's. I told her that it was rare meeting girls with hands this soft back to back. I told her I could hold hands with someone like her for hours, and she let me. We strolled off outside, and she was heading to a her car. She let go and ran off to a red convertible, that was missing part of it's back. I tried running and jumping on, but when I landed on the back, I fell off when she stomped on the gas. I landed on my back, and she put the car in reverse. She moved all the way to about where my chest was at, and I started yelling "hey stop!". I started moving back, and she started spinning out. Dirt was flying up on both sides, and I couldn't move. I looked up at some guy who was near by and told him to yell at her so I don't get ran over, and I kept yelling and trying to move. I was going no where, and just waiting on her to put it back in reverse, and kill me, but I woke up.

I had a nightmare similar to this when I was little (like 4 or 5) I was out in the drive way, and some red car was about to run me over. I laid down flat, to get in between the wheels, but the floor of the car had a multitude of buzz saws spring from it. It was moving slowly towards me, and I couldn't move.

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01/14/10

She pours cream in her coffee, and I know she's the spy.

The woman sips at the drink as she turns and pushes into the crowd of people in the mall. I pull away from a conversation, follow at a distance. I can make out her long black coat, her long curtain of blonde hair. She breaks into a run, and I'm speeding after her. I'm falling behind, reaching out and (force pull) she's flying back into my arms. Hair falls away from her face - the wrong face. A body double. (I'm letting go of the woman, blending into the crowd.) Good.

She's going to make it fun.

I Spy. Scare Factor: 2.

Blondes and coffee seem to be a recurring trope.