Apr 24, 2005 22:40
In the last dream that I can remember...
I was hauled off to some psyc treatment facility where my primary counselor was a freaking raging ass hole who blew up in my face when I didn't facilitate his method of making things work.
I stopped talking alltogether because he kept bellowing in my face and I thought he was going to deck me across the room.
That just pissed him off more. He had me locked in solitary confinement and somehow I managed to get out and made a run for it when somebody spotted me..
I woke up as they tackled me to the ground and began injecting me with sedatives...
bastards