Vatican oral

I was going to graduate, or receive a diploma of some sort, in Spain. That same day, my boyfriend was also going to receive a diploma earlier that day and I invited him, his little brother and my family and friends to attend my ceremony.

I discovered I was ten minutes late for my own graduation as I had mistaken the time. But what I was not told before is that I first had to pass an oral exam to be able to walk away with that little, yet to me, valuable piece of paper. I was a bit upset, telling the bishops I would have prepared if they had let me know earlier. They told me it was okay if I were late this time around, but the next, the oral exam would be given by the Vatican.

I had to leave asap, coz it was still a 10 minute walk. Of course, I did not know what to wear and then noticed I had big flaky dandruff and my scalp was bleeding. I tried to fix it, rushed off, leaving my parents and boyfriend at home. On my way, I met Andre 3000 who was shooting his new video clip. As I walked by, I flipped my hair with great flamboyance to attract his attention, but that did not really work out as planned. Then, I ran into two fighting chauffeurs of a
10 metre white limo and a 10 metre black funeral limo who were both trying to place their extremely large vehicles in the middle of a crossroad.

“I’ll never let go”

I was on a new and huge boat that was designed by a friend of my mine. It was gigantic, Titanic alike almost, and we were looking down at the sea from a height of 5 metres or so. We were sailing off at quite some speed. As we were further at sea, I went to the complete front of the ship, stepped over the railing and held on to it fiercely. Massive waves, the size of a 10 metre wall, were coming at me. I just held on to that railing, determined to triumph over the powerful force of water. The first wave came and hit me like a ton of bricks, but I kept holding on and laughed victoriously after being hit by each monstrous wave.

Columbian rain

I was running down Columbian streets with a man I had just met. We were running and running for ages and it felt like I could go on forever. We were going to visit someone who was living in the same street of acquaintances of mine. Later, it dawned unto me that these two neighbouring families had extremely different political opinions and I could, therefore, not let this man know I was friends with that other family to avoid risking them any danger.

I tried to make excuses to not have to join him, but he kept trying to persuade me to stay. Then, we arrived at a grass field that looked amazingly similar to a field where I used to play as I was growing up. We stopped running and hid in the bushes, him with a gun in his hand aiming at someone. I tried to convince him not to shoot. A child that was staring at us through the window of his attic whispered: ‘No more guns, no more fighting’. It made me realize that it was time that this Columbian rain of bullets would come to an end. I convinced the man to hold peace; he went and placed his gun on the grass. I picked up the weapon and took out the bullets.

Baby Snake

I carried my baby-pet-snake to the living room where I put him in a jar. He was quite a slippery and amazingly thin creature of about 40 cm in length. Next thing I knew, this ‘dear’ little being had escaped from the jar in which I had put him. I stared at the jar for a while, the white lid lying next to it. I looked around and exceedingly slowly said: ‘Uh-oh…’ Then with a guilty look on my face confessed to my dad, who was sitting in the living room reading a newspaper, that snaky had escaped.

Free Willy

Caught a teeny tiny baby whale because I had to protect and save it from a Tsunami that was going to take place. Somehow I forgot to place him in water and as I looked over the ocean one day and saw it was all calm and quiet (where is that predicted Tsunami?) I took out the baby whale I had wrapped in a newspaper and discovered that little Willy had dried out and died. I was responsible for his death and for him looking like a decayed brown slimy substance now, in stead of the lil' happy Will that he once used to be.

Righteous Babysitter

I was babysitting a triplet and their little brother, but their mom was around as well. Only, the funny thing is… she was their mom, just not their REAL mom. It was her, yet she had the looks of a blonde Caucasian while she is actually Indonesian.

Any ways, the kids were going to take their bath in a small swimming pool. Their bathroom was huge, but the water in the pool was all filled up with dirt on one side. Nevertheless, the kids were excited to take a bath. They were running around, playing as the mom and I were walking them to the bathroom. Then, one of the kids was playing with a hair blower; grabbing the cable and swinging the blower in circles. I told him to quit it as there was a layer of water on the floor and if it would fall unto the ground while it was blowing…. That would have been bad news. Next thing I knew, their ‘mom’ was calling out at me, telling me I just wanted to spoil their fun and I was not their mom any ways, so I should not reprimand them. I was shocked. Excuuuuuze me for trying to prevent your kid from getting toasted. Grrr.

Nuclear Mushroom

I was sleeping nice and quietly, when all of the sudden…. I heard the loudest explosion ever. I looked out of my window from my bunk bed and saw the apartments approx 500 metres behind my house gloating in a mushroom shaped bright and green light. The 10 story building was crumbling down into ashes as it was hit by a nuclear bomb. A big thundering wave of radiating clouds was approaching me and I pulled my blanket over me as if it could protect me. I immediately started saying prayers as I really thought I was going to live my last moments. I continued the prayers for about 10 more minutes and then noticed nothing else but a serene stillness…