i woke up and i had a screwed up dream. npw i am all jumpy. crying i am all alone and afraid. *curls up in a little ball.* i'd wright it out now in full detail... crying but i am too scared. i feel like such a wussy, but its dark, i still am kinda sick, and i am disoriented. But it involved a sort of pattern project with beads in a class, it had something to do with like biology or language arts....and we had to make a symbol representing what the patturn represented. Another group had to make one for Anti-power. But a kid in that group was a supporter of power.
then i ended up seeing our neibors kid in out driveway. he was the same pro-power kid from class. he was really pissed off about the anti-powerthing...i remember i was walking over to the car where he was and going to see if he wasa ok, and i felt bad as i walked over because for somereason i had the ant-power symbol on the bottom of my foot. as i got closer i looked in the windows of the (i think it was an Explorerer, like a champangue color) but he was all pale and bloody. &.& and creepy, marilyn manson-esque. and it was disturbing. he was in a car, and was looking at me scratching the window *this isn't helping me crying crying * its impossible to describe how disurbing this kid looked. &.& there was like stitched around the back of his head ams s**t.....it was weird. then chris came to pick me up to take me to my aunts for vacation, and the kid had gotten out of the neibors car **keeps thinking him loose in the house now** and he got in chris's car, and chris was likke "s**t, s**t, the dasmn thing is in my car!" and then we got him out by talking to him, like you do a toddler.
the kid got out and said, "i have a joke, i have two tacos, one i ate...."
"and one in my pants" i finished the joke laughing (just to make him feel good) *honestly doesn't get the joke*
and then we said "we'll come back and visit you another day"
and the boy nodded and left. And as we pulled out of the drive way chris kinda squinted at the road, like he was trying to see what exactly was dead, like a possum or a raccoon. But the second he said "SAmantha?" i woke up. &.& if i had seen samantha in the state of that little boy on the side of the road, or worse.....i know i would have woken up crying...(which i never do) so i kinda forced myself out of the dream and woke up.... crying crying crying and of corse when i open my eyes its dark. so i starts paniking, trying to remember exactly where on the floor i had fallen asleep.
i found the light switch...*shudders* under the marlyn manson poster, and turned it on...&.& then i looked up at the poster and it brought back that kid from the dream into my head. i have been up for an hour.....&.& and i am still jumpy. i am going to try and sleep now.....night night...<.<
 Swallower Of Daves Shaft · Sat Apr 08, 2006 @ 02:03pm · 3 Comments |
<---i want to look like this someday.