Motherfucking weird dream. Ima write it down kinda scattered here and make it organized later so I don't forget it.
Working in a restaraunt with Awesome and Chris. It's in Manhattan, there was a play going on called "Suspended Animation". Old couple comes in, they're going to go see it. Asshole couple. Complaining aboot everything, they need a wheelchair. I go to the basement to get it. I pass a girl who used to go to my high school, short, long beautiful black hair, she was in mr. Wallen's history class I believe, 2 years older than me. The couple complains the whole time. I get in my car to go somewhere. I see a guy in a car driving next to a van doing something to the van, and the driver of the van opens his window and grabs the driver's nose. Then I see the driver of te van and start making baby noises, he does it back, it's funny. I'm on the parkway. There's a toll, an enourmous toll. So big that the first like six booths are closed (on the right side, where I got on) So I'm going to have to backup and get into anohter one. I start doing that and see abunch of toll workers standing around talking. One comes up and tells me I have to go to another booth. Itell him I know, and another guy comes up, holding a cat, he's wearing a cat seat which should be attatched to a car. The cat's pissed. I ask if he's hurt, the guy tells me know and asks if it's mine. I say no and now I'm out of the car. There's a group of people with me and we're all discussing what to do with him. We know he's not a stray because of the car thing. I decide tot ake it and one chubby 20 something woman gives me her credit card, I guess to help pay for food/etc. I say thanks and she said for me to get her a free car (I guess through some sort of the program with the card company) I said how, and she said I dunno.
Then I forget the transition but I'm back in the basement and there's a guy on a couch all bloodied and fucked up, aboot to die, holding a baby in onme hand and a knife in the other. There's a SWAT team guy holding a gun to the guys head, obviously wanting him to put the baby down. The guy stabs the baby and gets blown to bits. Across the room there are three people murdering a SWAT member reeeeal gory like. Blood everywhere, guts coming out, they even rape her when they're killing her.
Then, still dreamng, I wake up, grab the phone and say a few words. And I hear someone telling the story of all the shit that just happened over the phone. I had dreamt all of it I guess. And had heard that story while I was asleep.
Then I really woke up.
Working in a restaraunt with Awesome and Chris. It's in Manhattan, there was a play going on called "Suspended Animation". Old couple comes in, they're going to go see it. Asshole couple. Complaining aboot everything, they need a wheelchair. I go to the basement to get it. I pass a girl who used to go to my high school, short, long beautiful black hair, she was in mr. Wallen's history class I believe, 2 years older than me. The couple complains the whole time. I get in my car to go somewhere. I see a guy in a car driving next to a van doing something to the van, and the driver of the van opens his window and grabs the driver's nose. Then I see the driver of te van and start making baby noises, he does it back, it's funny. I'm on the parkway. There's a toll, an enourmous toll. So big that the first like six booths are closed (on the right side, where I got on) So I'm going to have to backup and get into anohter one. I start doing that and see abunch of toll workers standing around talking. One comes up and tells me I have to go to another booth. Itell him I know, and another guy comes up, holding a cat, he's wearing a cat seat which should be attatched to a car. The cat's pissed. I ask if he's hurt, the guy tells me know and asks if it's mine. I say no and now I'm out of the car. There's a group of people with me and we're all discussing what to do with him. We know he's not a stray because of the car thing. I decide tot ake it and one chubby 20 something woman gives me her credit card, I guess to help pay for food/etc. I say thanks and she said for me to get her a free car (I guess through some sort of the program with the card company) I said how, and she said I dunno.
Then I forget the transition but I'm back in the basement and there's a guy on a couch all bloodied and fucked up, aboot to die, holding a baby in onme hand and a knife in the other. There's a SWAT team guy holding a gun to the guys head, obviously wanting him to put the baby down. The guy stabs the baby and gets blown to bits. Across the room there are three people murdering a SWAT member reeeeal gory like. Blood everywhere, guts coming out, they even rape her when they're killing her.
Then, still dreamng, I wake up, grab the phone and say a few words. And I hear someone telling the story of all the shit that just happened over the phone. I had dreamt all of it I guess. And had heard that story while I was asleep.
Then I really woke up.
I am:
I just fucking woke up asfldsk
I just fucking woke up asfldskBask in the glory of: Faith No More: A Small Victory
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