Dreams and work...
OK, so, work has been a pain as usual, but more so than before. I was working with people who are WICKED fun and stuff, and this guy comes in and orders a banana split and when he gets it, he goes to the solarium and scarfs it down, then falls asleep. We could all tell he was pretty much intoxicated, but we didn't say anything. So, a few hours later I look down there and he's still there! I, of course, had to wake him up. So I shake him a bit and say. "Sir.." nothing. I say it louder... nothing. So then I grab the broom and poke him a few times. "Sir, if you're dead, don't move..." nothing. So I go and phone the cops. They come and are like. "How come he can't stay here?" I gave them the blankest look on earth and said. "OK, you guys take him to the station, set him down at the counter and let him sleep there." they paused a moment and took the guy to the station. Anywho. So that was funny. But anywho. Then last night I got wicked sick and everyone was like. "Oh, just stay as long as you can ok?" and I had already barfed by then. So I stayed back a bit longer, but then I couldn't handle it. I finished my jobs. OMG!! MY JOBS!! >< OK, so I'm cleaning the boy bathrooms when this guy comes in and I stared at him and he stared at me. I said. "Do you need to use this?" he said yes so I left. Five minutes later I go back and open the door and say. "Is anyone in here?" he said yes. I was like... ok.... so then I left. I came back five minutes later and knock on the door. He grunted. I was like. "HOLY CRAP!!" so I leave. When I came back 5 minutes later, some person was standing out there. I asked them if they needed to get in and they said yes, but some guy is in there making a HUGE stink. I groaned and left. 11 minutes later I went back and knocked on the door. No answer. I open it and IT SMELT LIKE SHIT!!!!!!! I barfed again and cleaned up the bathroom. Anywho, so after that I finished my jobs and walked home. My mom got pissed off cause she wanted me to stay back as long as I had to and I was like. "OK, you know what? Fuckit. I don't care anymore. Just let me get some sleep ok?" so I went to my bed and slept.
Now my dream was the WORST thing I've EVER had in my ENTIRE life. I dreamt that all the parents were gone because of some genetic thing and only kids 20 years and younger were alive. So yeah. I was confused at that. I was at Carrie's house and no one was home from what I could tell, but then this random person came out of NO WHERE and began to attack me. This person had a knife and was trying to stab me with it, but I some how managed to get it away from him, when I went to grab it the person came and grabbed me and began to wrestle me to the ground or something. I threatened to stab him if he didn't let go, but he didn't. So I stabbed him like.... 10 times before he fell to the ground. I turned around to him and pulled off the mask and when I saw who it was, I forced myself to wake up. In my dream, I killed David. I was crying my eyes out so bad. I burried my face in the pillow and cried and cried until an hour later. It was 1 in the morning by then and I couldn't even bring myself to look at myself in the mirror. I fell asleep though, and the next dream was a little more comforting. Though not as much as I would have liked it. It was totally random. Though not the funny random, the random wierd random. Anywho. So yeah, I have this SICK feeling in my gut and I can't get rid of it. I wish I could just forget that dream. With all my heart I wish I could forget.
Now my dream was the WORST thing I've EVER had in my ENTIRE life. I dreamt that all the parents were gone because of some genetic thing and only kids 20 years and younger were alive. So yeah. I was confused at that. I was at Carrie's house and no one was home from what I could tell, but then this random person came out of NO WHERE and began to attack me. This person had a knife and was trying to stab me with it, but I some how managed to get it away from him, when I went to grab it the person came and grabbed me and began to wrestle me to the ground or something. I threatened to stab him if he didn't let go, but he didn't. So I stabbed him like.... 10 times before he fell to the ground. I turned around to him and pulled off the mask and when I saw who it was, I forced myself to wake up. In my dream, I killed David. I was crying my eyes out so bad. I burried my face in the pillow and cried and cried until an hour later. It was 1 in the morning by then and I couldn't even bring myself to look at myself in the mirror. I fell asleep though, and the next dream was a little more comforting. Though not as much as I would have liked it. It was totally random. Though not the funny random, the random wierd random. Anywho. So yeah, I have this SICK feeling in my gut and I can't get rid of it. I wish I could just forget that dream. With all my heart I wish I could forget.