Disclaimer: I don't own the title, Simple Plan does, and I don't own any of
the characters from Lizzie McGuire.
The story:
That night I dreamed the most informational dream in my entire life . . .
**My Dream**
I was on a stage in HillRidge JuniorHighSchool. It was some sort of a show like a talent show. I was about to perform and my slien kept whispering to me "The Trigger", "The Trigger". I did not know what it meant but I knew something was going to happen to me. Something not bad, but not good. Something explainable, but inexplainable all at the same time. Something that would take me away.
I awoke from my dream at about 3:00AM. The dream did not scare, nor did it ease me back into a peaceful nights sleep. I needed to analyze this dream so I decided to go into my kitchen and get something to eat.
When I went into the kitchen I got an apple out of the refridgerator. I tried to think of all aspects of my dream that could be true, or real. The talent show at Hillridge JuniorHigh defenitely was. It's going on in two weeks and I'm in it. I think it's only appropriate that I sing the song "My Alien" by Simple Plan. But I still don't understand the "trigger". What does that mean? What will happen to me when the trigger sets in? What if the trigger doesn't even happen? And what does my alien have to do with all of this? I decided that I thought enough for one night and that I should go back to bed.
I awoke again at 6:15AM to the sound of my alarm clock. I slammed my hand on it to turn the annoying sound of the bustling radio off.
"Someone really needs to fix that." I said outloud to myself, then suddenly it went back on and the reception was clear as day.
I looked around to see if my alien had been here. I had never seen her before, only signs. But I know she is real. I have talked to her.
I walked into my bathroom to brush my teeth, comb my hair, and wash my face, then went back into my bedroom to get dressed. I put on the usual, tan khaki jeans with a white t-shirt and a green button-up short sleeved shirt over it. I went downstairs and told my mother that I wans't hungary because I had an apple that night and walked outside into the cool autumn air.
"Where are you my alien?" I asked my alien. "Why won't you show yourself to me?"
"Show themselves to you who?" Miranda walked up to confused.
"My alien, I have never seen her, I asked her to show herself to me." I said, Miranda was still confused.
"Ok, if you've never seen her how come you know she exists?" Miranda questioned.
"Because I've talked to her, and I've had dreams about her."
"Right," Miranda started. "Dreams. Suuuuure."
"What are you doing out this morning anyway?" It was my turn to question.
"I always go to Lizzie's before we catch the bus, you didn't know that?" She asked in dis-belief.
"No, no I didn't." Miranda walked off to Lizzie's house without so much as a good-bye.
"Nobody understands," I said to the sky. "Nobody understands me, or you," I declared, referring to my alien. "All they understand is modern technology like computers, video games, arcades and televisions. Anything that requires electricity and our earths recources. I just wish that somehow I could leave it all and live with you my alien."
Just then a truck rode by with a sign on the side of it that read, 'Pull the trigger, it doesn't always kill.'
My alien was speaking to me.
The story:
That night I dreamed the most informational dream in my entire life . . .
**My Dream**
I was on a stage in HillRidge JuniorHighSchool. It was some sort of a show like a talent show. I was about to perform and my slien kept whispering to me "The Trigger", "The Trigger". I did not know what it meant but I knew something was going to happen to me. Something not bad, but not good. Something explainable, but inexplainable all at the same time. Something that would take me away.
I awoke from my dream at about 3:00AM. The dream did not scare, nor did it ease me back into a peaceful nights sleep. I needed to analyze this dream so I decided to go into my kitchen and get something to eat.
When I went into the kitchen I got an apple out of the refridgerator. I tried to think of all aspects of my dream that could be true, or real. The talent show at Hillridge JuniorHigh defenitely was. It's going on in two weeks and I'm in it. I think it's only appropriate that I sing the song "My Alien" by Simple Plan. But I still don't understand the "trigger". What does that mean? What will happen to me when the trigger sets in? What if the trigger doesn't even happen? And what does my alien have to do with all of this? I decided that I thought enough for one night and that I should go back to bed.
I awoke again at 6:15AM to the sound of my alarm clock. I slammed my hand on it to turn the annoying sound of the bustling radio off.
"Someone really needs to fix that." I said outloud to myself, then suddenly it went back on and the reception was clear as day.
I looked around to see if my alien had been here. I had never seen her before, only signs. But I know she is real. I have talked to her.
I walked into my bathroom to brush my teeth, comb my hair, and wash my face, then went back into my bedroom to get dressed. I put on the usual, tan khaki jeans with a white t-shirt and a green button-up short sleeved shirt over it. I went downstairs and told my mother that I wans't hungary because I had an apple that night and walked outside into the cool autumn air.
"Where are you my alien?" I asked my alien. "Why won't you show yourself to me?"
"Show themselves to you who?" Miranda walked up to confused.
"My alien, I have never seen her, I asked her to show herself to me." I said, Miranda was still confused.
"Ok, if you've never seen her how come you know she exists?" Miranda questioned.
"Because I've talked to her, and I've had dreams about her."
"Right," Miranda started. "Dreams. Suuuuure."
"What are you doing out this morning anyway?" It was my turn to question.
"I always go to Lizzie's before we catch the bus, you didn't know that?" She asked in dis-belief.
"No, no I didn't." Miranda walked off to Lizzie's house without so much as a good-bye.
"Nobody understands," I said to the sky. "Nobody understands me, or you," I declared, referring to my alien. "All they understand is modern technology like computers, video games, arcades and televisions. Anything that requires electricity and our earths recources. I just wish that somehow I could leave it all and live with you my alien."
Just then a truck rode by with a sign on the side of it that read, 'Pull the trigger, it doesn't always kill.'
My alien was speaking to me.