poison
Um. Last night I had another disturbing dream.
For some reason, Casey and I were at a dinner party with a bunch of people, and apparently we didn't like them very much, because we cooked up a plot to poison them. So we could get away, or something. Who knows.
So I made some soup and we put some sort of poison in it, probably made from household chemicals. I don't know why we thought it would work, because my mom called me the next day to tell me that a bunch of people tested positive at the hospital for some poison after they had their stomachs pumped, including one of the characters from Queer as Folk, a show I haven't watched in years. Mom sounded like she knew I'd done it. What was strange was that I remember telling my sister not to eat the soup, hoping she wouldn't guess what I was doing.
So after I heard the news, I walked to get a sandwich or something and thought about how my life was ruined and what people would think once they heard. It was so realistic. I couldn't eat the sandwich, of course, and I felt pretty stupid for all of it. Then I woke up and was relieved. Seriously relieved. I thought it had really happened.
So what does this all mean?
For some reason, Casey and I were at a dinner party with a bunch of people, and apparently we didn't like them very much, because we cooked up a plot to poison them. So we could get away, or something. Who knows.
So I made some soup and we put some sort of poison in it, probably made from household chemicals. I don't know why we thought it would work, because my mom called me the next day to tell me that a bunch of people tested positive at the hospital for some poison after they had their stomachs pumped, including one of the characters from Queer as Folk, a show I haven't watched in years. Mom sounded like she knew I'd done it. What was strange was that I remember telling my sister not to eat the soup, hoping she wouldn't guess what I was doing.
So after I heard the news, I walked to get a sandwich or something and thought about how my life was ruined and what people would think once they heard. It was so realistic. I couldn't eat the sandwich, of course, and I felt pretty stupid for all of it. Then I woke up and was relieved. Seriously relieved. I thought it had really happened.
So what does this all mean?