Scarlet Pimpernel

I'm sitting in my room. I was watching television, but I don't remember exactly what I was watching. I look down at my feet and realize that two of my toes are missing. I don't panic. I just sit there wondering what happened to them. Where one of the toes should be there is only a little bit of bone peeking out through the skin. The other one is just missing completely. I look up to continue to watch t.v. I look down again, and they are back. I keep looking at my feet and then back to the t.v. Each time I do this, the toes reappear and disappear. That's it.

I'm running late for class. I remember thinking that I can't be late for this class because I already missed class once and the professor I have doesn't like you to be absent. However, instead of going to school, I go to the old apartment building where I used to live. I climb up the stairs to my old apartment. I knock on the door, anxious to get inside and sit down for class.

I wish I could say I am enjoying this book; however, every time I open it I just want to fall asleep. Not that it is boring; it just goes on these long winded conversations for pages, and sometimes I feel as if I am about to explode. I do like the way the author uses dreams to create a sense of confusion in the novel; however, after a while I get really aggravated with all of the characters, and I wish they would all stop talking and being so miserable (I guess I should have been warned by the title).

I'm walking up stairs. I get to the landing and meet a person who tells me that I am supposed to be on stage in a couple of minutes. I don't really know what he is talking about, but he shoves a costume at me and I take it. I get dressed in another room, and walk to another large room where there is another actor dressed in costume. I ask him what time the play is going to start. He says that the play is going to start right now. He asks if I know my lines, and I say no. He gives me a book with lines in it. I remember looking at the title, but I could only see that the play started with an 'M' and it was a female name. I try to quickly remember as many lines as I can. Even though the script is one page long, I can't seem to memorize fast enough. The guy tells me to go on stage, and takes the script from me. I am pushed out onto the stage and freeze.

Well, doing the research project has been interesting, especially since I am doing a topic that I enjoy very much. Finding materials has been the hardest part of my project, and after so many disappointments, you begin to lose heart. Articles that I found and ordered suddenly became unavailable, and then I would be back at square one. However, I plan to keep looking for whatever I can find. Other than that, writing the thing was also another fun task. I can't wait to see what people have to say about my draft. (The comments will probably start 'The horror...') I have to start major revisions now, and will probably start them after the holidays. I don't really know what else to say about my project, so I will stop writing here.

I'm sitting in my room, watching television. Suddenly, the phone rings. I go downstairs and pick up the phone. My friend, who I have not talked to in a long time, says hello and asks me how I am doing. I say that I am doing fine and tell her that it has been a long time since we have talked. I ask her what she has been doing lately, and she tells me that she has won a million dollars in one of those scratch off games. I'm very happy for her, and ask her what she plans to do with the money. She starts listing all these things she is going to buy. I don't remember what they were, but that is the end of the dream. Very short, but very odd. Why a person that I have not heard from in years? And why can't I win the prize even in my dreams?

Finishing The Unconsoled was an interesting task. At one point in the novel, I finally thought that Ryder was about to take control of the situation and finally do something worthwhile. Unfortunately, this didn't happen, and the book ended the way I expected it to, having gone no where. After thinking about it though, I came to the conclusion that I did not dislike the novel as much as I did in the beginning. I actually liked it.

I wake up in my bed and begin to look around my room. Things seem to be out of place. The room surrounding is familiar, though the color of the room is different than it is now. I turn over in the bed to find that someone is sleeping next to me. I get out of the bed and go to walk to the bathroom. I step out of my room, but the place is different. It is no longer my house, but somewhere else.