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ravenWent to Manchester today avec mes parents. It was fun, actually; the city is beautiful now. I remember the day the bomb hit it - I was going to go, but that morning something happened, the trains were cancelled or whatever, and we didn't go. Working out the times later, I figured that if I'd gone, I would have died, knowing where I was likely to be at a certain time and the time the bomb was scheduled to explode.
Anyway. The city is beautiful now. We didn't buy anything, but it was fun, and at least we went somewhere.
I don't feel like writing about it, to be honest. I think I'll go watch My Best Friend's Wedding.
Thinking about the bomb, I dreamed about something similar last night. I dreamed I was in school, and something important was happening, someone important was coming to visit, and I found a bomb, and I told everyone but everyone thought the visit was more important and no-one was evacuated, so I had to defuse the bomb myself. I have dreams like this all the time. Where I'm singlehandedly responsible for something deathly important, but I can never remember if I succeed or not. It's like the success/failure part isn't important. My brain isn't big on using metaphors.
I remember where we found the bomb. It was in the gym, underneath one of the benches by the window, and it wasn't in a bag or anything, it was just sitting there with its timer ticking down, big red numbers, and I was amazed I was the only person who noticed it there.
Anyway. The city is beautiful now. We didn't buy anything, but it was fun, and at least we went somewhere.
I don't feel like writing about it, to be honest. I think I'll go watch My Best Friend's Wedding.
Thinking about the bomb, I dreamed about something similar last night. I dreamed I was in school, and something important was happening, someone important was coming to visit, and I found a bomb, and I told everyone but everyone thought the visit was more important and no-one was evacuated, so I had to defuse the bomb myself. I have dreams like this all the time. Where I'm singlehandedly responsible for something deathly important, but I can never remember if I succeed or not. It's like the success/failure part isn't important. My brain isn't big on using metaphors.
I remember where we found the bomb. It was in the gym, underneath one of the benches by the window, and it wasn't in a bag or anything, it was just sitting there with its timer ticking down, big red numbers, and I was amazed I was the only person who noticed it there.
