{"id":84,"date":"2005-07-08T10:06:58","date_gmt":"2005-07-08T08:06:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/?p=84"},"modified":"2005-07-08T10:06:58","modified_gmt":"2005-07-08T08:06:58","slug":"dream","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/?p=84","title":{"rendered":"Dream"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m downtown with my parents.<\/p>\n<p>I have bought my brother&#8217;s cell phone (this is true to real life). Someone is transmitting some sort of virus program into it. I keep struggling to stop it from installing itself.<\/p>\n<p>A guy passes by me and says &#8220;oh you have a *insert cell phone brand*.  I say &#8220;yes, I bought it used, yesterday&#8221;. He says &#8220;Oh&#8221; and walks away.<\/p>\n<p>We&#8217;re going home. The bus comes. We run to it. Everyone else gets on but I don&#8217;t make it.  The bus drives away and I&#8217;m left alone.<\/p>\n<p>I stand at the bus stop. Waiting for the next one. People around me. Their faces. They&#8217;re all deformed. They look like orcs. Not orcs, just disfigured. At first I think it&#8217;s just one guy with a disfigured face,  but now it&#8217;s everyone. They look at me. They look mean. And they mutter things under their breaths. &#8220;Idiot&#8221;. &#8220;Loser&#8221;. &#8220;I&#8217;m going to get you&#8221;. I spin around, confused. A non-disfigured girl looks at me and laughs &#8220;poor confused freak&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>I stand still to wait. On the building above me there is a angel face figure. Ornament. Stone. It becomes alive and turns to me. Turns into a demonic face and says &#8220;I&#8217;ll kill you&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>The bus comes and I flee onto it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m downtown with my parents. I have bought my brother&#8217;s cell phone (this is true to real life). Someone is transmitting some sort of virus program into it. I keep struggling to stop it from installing itself. A guy passes by me and says &#8220;oh you have a *insert cell phone brand*. I say &#8220;yes, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/84"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=84"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/84\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=84"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=84"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=84"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}