Written: June 26, 2006 at 7:58AM EST
This is extremely strange, (and cause I have nothing better to blog about), so I figured I would blog about it here. Last night I had a really weird dream that seemed like it could be a movie, or book or somthing. It started like this…
I was driving with my mother along a new road they built along Seneca Lake. As we were driving it seemed like I had been down the road hundreds of times before, quite possibly from an earlier dream. As we were driving tractor trailers and the like were all over and there were huge cracks in the road which caused the car to jerk really hard when we drove over them. We were then in a small town near Seneca Falls and Waterloo, there I got into my grandmothers car along with my sister. I think we were going to my grandmothers house which was in Seneca Falls, but on our way through this strange little town, the car broke down so my grandmother stopped and we went to ask for help in this long, old house.
We knocked on the door and was greeted by a woman who appeared to be in her late 30’s along with her two children. We stepped into the house and on to this extremely weird porch. There we began explaining what happened and where we could get help. She explained that the nearest machanic lived quite far from where we were and that we might as well make ourselves comfortable in the town she referred to as Dewittsville. So with that, my grandmother, my sister, and I walked into the town. There we saw a sign that said in faded wooden letters, “Welcome to Dewitteville.” My sister and I started talking and I got a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. My grandmother decided to go into the small general store to see if they had a phone, as she had the strange feeling too. She went into the store and that was the last we saw of her.
It was now getting dark and my sister and I were getting anxious waiting for our grandmother. We decided to return to the house we had originally went to upon arriving in Dewittville. We knocked on the door and the same woman, looking much older, allowed us to enter, and first thing she said was “Take off your shoes and don’t step on the carpet.” With that she walked into another room and the house became eerily quiet. To top that off, outside the house became pitch black and silent. I looked at my sister and she it was obvious she was extremely uneasy about being in the house. With that, we decided that we would try our luck outside, but to our despiar, there was no way out, the doors and windows were bolted shut. We were trapped in the house.
We then tried to walk further into the house, but for some reason the sound of the old woman saying ” . . . don’t step on the carpet” was stuck in my head. We looked down on the carpet and there were huge redish colored stains on it continuing all the way down the hall. That was too much, I knew then that we HAD to get out of the house. We ran down the hall, the house silent, and then we hard loud footsteps coming from the far end of the hallway. We ran into the first open door we could find, and of course, it was a bathroom. We looked for a light, then my sister turned it on and we saw it. The mirror and bathtub had a coating of a dried red somthing. At first it appeared to be paint, but the smell in the room told us otherwise. We attempted to open the window and rush out, but somthing hit the ground with a BOOM! Then we heard a creaking of someone getting out of a bed then a loud pounding on the door followed by “What are you doing in there?” and “Who are you?!” Terrified we ran from the bathroom and back to the front room.
Sitting in the chair was the old woman and here two children grinning in a terrifying and maniacal way. We turned around and saw a huge man standing there. I then blacked out.
I awoke a few hours later, and my sister and I were on the concrete porch, it was daylight. Both of us still shaken from the night before knew we had to get out and the only way we could was to do it at that very moment. We threw everything at the walls in hopes of breaking through, then we saw it. A wooden rocking chair, sitting in the corner. It seemed heavy enough to break through the wall. We knew it was our last hope of escape. But just as I picked up the chair, the woman ran shreaking into the room and screamed “What are you doing? NOOOOOOO!!!!” in a banshee like tone. I threw the chair, and we ran deep into the woods.
We came upon a clearing with hundreds of cars sitting on train tracked, and there was a sound of a train whistle in the background. We spotted our truck and ran to it, and of course inside was Pete. We jumped in and the other cars all started driving all over, we drove and were having a horrible time getting off the train tracks. Just as the train was less than 10 yards behind us, he made it off the tracks and we drove away, the sounds of crunching metal behind us. We had escaped Dewittville.
This was an extremely intense dream. I woke up and my heart was pounding and I was breathing hard. I was then wired as if I had just chugged Mountain Dew. I got up and did some stuff, like reformatted my computer (it was being werid).
I then decided to blog about my dream, but first I figured I’d look up dewittville to see if it was a real place. I was amazed to find it was. Dewittville, NY is about 2 hours away from my town, and heres a scarier part. The woman in my dream was too. Her name was Margaret Clara Bittner (Jan. 12, 1908 - July 31, 1991). 
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I’m sure it was a coincidence, but its still quite freaky.
Written: June 21, 2006 at 6:14PM EST
AAAHHHH!
The last couple of days have been quite hectic, but I’m not going to really get into that. Since its summer, I have become nocturnal staying up until the sun rises, then going back to bed. It turns out that Today, I slept until 4pm and no one bothered to wake me up. You’ll never guess what woke me up….
GAS from the stove. Someone had turned the knob of the gas-powered stove on so there was no flame, but gas was being emitted into the house. The worst part is no one but me could smell it. So the second i smelled it, i traced it to the kitchen and turned it off. I have no idea how long it was going, but do you know how bad it is to smell gas first thing when you wake up?! And then have no one else smell it?!?
The Bride of Chucky
And now for the movie. I couldn’t sleep last night and The Bride of Chucky was on tv so i watched it. Let me just say it was really strange. Many people (my mother included) are freaked out by the movie…and I just found it funny. The characters die in the strangest ways, from the mirror shattering and killing the newly weds, to the guy getting hit by the big rig. It was so cheap looking it was funny. The thing that kinda confused me was the fact that if you shot or stabbed the dolls they would “die,” but they’re plastic. Would it really hurt them? And why did no one notice the knife in Chucky’s pocket? Overall I got a fairly good laugh out of it. 
Written: June 18, 2006 at 11:27PM EST
Last night, well I should say really early this morning I had a dream that I thought was extremely funny.
I was sitting in the computer lab at school and this really annoying person, lets call him Fred (for the sake of amnesty) was bugging me. Now Fred has blonde hair in an almost bowl-cut and in real life he bugged the crap out of me all year long. So in my dream I finally couldn’t take it anymore, and I started punching him in the face. He tried to escape and I grabbed him in a headlock and punched him some more. A bunch of teachers tried to stop me and they couldn’t. Finally the computer lab teacher came over and said “Not in this room.”
My mom then came in to wake me up and it was around noon, (yes im nocturnal) and she kinda shook me, and still half asleep I started yelling and acting like I was still fighting with Fred. It was halarious my mom said. And it probably was, I’ve been known to say some rather strange things in my sleep…
Any why do you care? No idea. I figured I may as well write about somthing as not much has really been going on lately.
Written:
Mom’s going in for surgery tomorrow morning and I’m freaked out about it. She doesn’t seem to be though. :X I don’t know. I should probably try to sleep, but I can’t. It sucks.
Written: June 16, 2006 at 5:43AM EST
Why I’m writing this, I have no idea. (And im sure if anyone found these pictures, they’d kill me). Anyways, on the last day of school, Mrs. Williams (computer lab teacher) threw her regulars a have a good summer party. She got pizza, soda, chips, candy etc and let us do whatever. Heres some pics from the party.
Period 5/6 Lunch/Activity Period
Connie hiding behind a computer
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Written: June 11, 2006 at 4:28AM EST
Friday
Friday started out crappy. First off I overslept so I was rushed in the morning. I went to art class and that was fine, but then for gym. For the last unit I was in Ultiment Frisbee (link in last post), and because it poured the night before, we got to play mat ball (the indoor version of kick ball) Anyways, we played it, and i didn’t do too bad, I had made a few homeruns, but near the end of the period I was on third base preparing to run for home, and mat ball allows more than 1 person to be on a base, the girl in front of me ran and I ran behind her, she stopped suddenly and to avoid hitting her, I stopped hard on my right foot and twisted it really bad, luckilly the gym class had three minutes to go. So i left and went to spanish and bombed the synonym quiz. Following that was locker clean out (which I had already done, so that wasn’t a problem). English, the last class of the day was horrible. The people sitting across from me were acting like idiots and driving me nuts. We reviewed everything we had read during the year. It was so boring. The period ended and I went home and took a nap. After doing that, I couldn’t sleep that night. :gloomy:
Saturday
I was laying in bed trying to sleep when around 1 am a bunch of sirens came flying by, I figured it was a fire or somthing, so I didn’t think too much of it. I woke up around 10 and mom was talking to my brother about having to run to the bank, and he wanted to stay home. So she said to lock the windows and doors (which kinda confused me until i knew what happened). She told me about a state trooper who was shot at 1am this morning, so I checked the local news site and they said this
NY State Trooper Shot
Last Update: 6/10/2006 9:14:58 PM
Posted By: Jericka Duncan
Town of Veteran
Police tell WETM 18 News they are searching for a vehicle and a person of interest in the shooting of a New York State Trooper early Saturday morning.
43 year old Ralph Bucky Phillips escaped from the Erie County Correctional Facility near Buffalo in April. Police say he is a person of interest that they want to speak with. They will not call him a suspect.
Phillips is described as 6 feet tall, 235 pounds. He has brown eyes and brown hair.
Police are also looking for a vehicle of interest in the case. It’s a 1992 white Chevy pick-up truck with plate number CYL-5410. Police say the suspect could have switched plates since he stole the car. The truck also has a silver toolbox in the back and a blue tailgate.
State Police say Trooper Sean Brown and Donald Will approached a car during what is being described as a routine traffic stop on Parrott Road. The car is said to be a dark colored Ford Mustang with a possible convertible top. The driver, described as a white male, fired several shots in the direction of Trooper Brown. Brown was wearing a bullet proof vest at the time. He sustained a gun shot wound to the abdomen. Authorities say the driver left the scene speeding off eastbound on Parrott Road.
The Ford Mustang involved in the shooting was recovered on Wygant Rd. in the Town of Horseheads at around 11:45 Saturday morning.
WETM 18 News has learned that Trooper Brown age 30 is a four year veteran and is recovering from a single gun shot wound and is listed in fair condition in the intensive care unit at St. Joseph’s Hospital in Elmira.
There are alerts posted in New York, Pennsylvania, Ohio, New Jersey and Canada looking for the white pich-up truck.
State Police say a full-scale search for the suspect who shot and wounded a New York State trooper in Chemung County on Saturday morning will continue first thing Sunday morning.
If you have any information you are asked to call the New York State Police at (607) 739-8796. Stay tuned to WETM-18 News and www.wetmtv.com for continuing coverage. We will have Live updates every hour on the figure hour.
Duncan, Jericka. "NY State Trooper Shot."
WETM-TV. 10 June 2006. 10 June 2006.
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I was amazed. That was the third time that had happened in the last 3 years.
April 2004 - Dustin Briggs shot and killed two Bradford County sheriff’s deputies .
March 2006 - State Trooper is shot after pulling over a car, which unbeknownst to him was filled with a group of people who had just robbed a bank.
June 2006 - Trooper shot after pulling over a dark Ford Mustang. As of now, trooper is in Fair condition at a St. Josephs Hospital in Elmira, NY.
Isn’t it horrible whats happening around here. And this is suppossed to be a nice town to live in. 
Written: June 8, 2006 at 2:08AM EST
Tomorrow is the LAST day we’re actually doing anything in school. My day should go somthing like this
- Wake up, get ready for school, catch the bus.
- Go to art and finish my mosaic
- Head to gym and play Ultimate Frisbee (for the last time!)
- Go to spanish for last class period before finals next week. Hand in textbook!
- Locker Cleanout (I’m already done)
- Activity period, same as normal. (Hang out with friends)
- Go to english, listen to last speech, review, and hand in book
- Catch the bus and go home and sleep
See, its not going to be a horrible day, but if its anything like the rest of this week, it will go by really really slowly. But besides that, next week should be really simple work wise, its all exams. :yuc1: Anyways, next week will go like this
Monday
Period 1/2 - Art Final Exam (Critique a piece of artwork)
Period 3/4 - Web Page Design presentation (extremely boring)
Period 5/6 - Spanish Final Exam (listening and reading I believe)
Period 7/8 - My relaxation period.
Period 9/10 - Listening Essay (I HATE THOSE!!!!!)
Tuesday
Period 1/2 - Finish all un-completed art projects.
Period 3/4 - Hand in gym lockers and find out whether or not you passed gym class.
Period 5/6 - Spanish Final Exam (Writing, I think)
Period 7/8 - My relaxation period (people should be going nuts by then)
Period 9/10 - Critical Lens Essay (no one will be able to concentrate, as its the final class period for the semester.)
Bus - It will be the most chaotic time of the entire year. Everyone wants to get far far away from the school.
Friday (Regents Exam)
11:45am - Go in for Spanish Regents Exam. Approx 2-3 hours.
So, theres what’s going on for the next week. I can’t wait until schools over, not too much longer now (according to my countdown ^^^).
Written: June 3, 2006 at 5:49PM EST
I don’t know why im so tired. (Well actually, i probably do). I came home from school yesterday and fell asleep at about 4:30 and slept until 10:00 this morning. 17 hours, I probably got too much sleep. Who knows. 
Anways, Thursday night i was up late working on my english research project (about 3am to be exact) and I woke up at 6 for school. I woke up late and my clothes weren’t ready so i wore pajama bottoms and a red-tshirt and my sneakers. I get to school and I did my spanish speaking portion of my regents test. My topics were
[Teacher] I am your friend and I just got concert tickets. You want to go. I start the conversation
and
Another one I can’t think of at the moment 
Anyways, I then spent periods 1/2 and 3/4 in the air conditioned computer lab coding the Raider Bulletin (which started as a newsletter, but is now more of a digest). I then went to spanish and took a practice Regents. I think i did pretty well. Lunch 7/8, (I don’t ever go to lunch, but i hang out with my friends). Then i went to the library handed in my research paper on Jim Jones. When the teacher was reading it she stopped and said “I love reading good papers.” I was so happy when she said that. Then because my sister’s 8th grade farewell was that day, I got picked up from school, so i didn’t have to ride the bus!!! Such a good day.
And now for todays stuff.
1. Check through swayforum and see what I missed, 150 posts!!!!!
2. Who knows
