THiS weekend.
so last night i kept having these totally fucked up dreams. then kept coughing all night.. and didnt get to bed 'til around three, i guess it might have been? so over all my night was horrible :| well, the sleeping part of things. last night anne and bucket and jennifer came over and we drank tequilla and played video games and hung out. t'was fun good times. they didnt get here 'til midnight though.lol anne and bucket rode their motorcycle in. i hung out with jennifer all evening ..watched her relax her hair. black people hair amazes me for some reason. she's always showin' me shit about her hairs. :P chris hung out in ky all day with andrew then when he came home i was at jennifers , so i really didnt see him 'til like 10 that night.. we've been arguing. and my main thing is im serious about shit.and he cant be serious with me for a second to talk them out. i know theyre rediculous. does it matter? im female.
okay, so my dreams. i think i dreamt like a whole movie with will smith in it. ..i kept thinking to myself this is exactly like independence day. lol but it wasnt .. something about bombs and snakes. i was in a parking garage and had to get out, so i blew out into the river and took the people with me. pulled down a piece of a tree and said to myself that people often times mistake this stuff for snakes-- so i wrapped it around me and let myself float down the current passed the civilians lookin' for me - when in reality the snake was around me, not the tree, so i had to bust a few moves to get him off. then will was in the building ..
anyway.
the second part of my dream after i fell back asleep. was i was living with a guy who killed people as a living. um. we moved into this house. i could describe everything about it. and i wanted to be just like him. but i started small. we had a back yard. all the way in the back is where we had the bodies hang out for a while. then two ladies came along and was with us. um. i remember wanting to do it like he did it - with such passion and ...whats the word.. he didnt care that he was butchering a human. no feelings in that sense, and i wanted to be the same way. i tried to train my mind to be the same way. so we had our little routine. i think the other ladies and me all wondered when he would get caught but we all were facinated with him at the same time we didnt care. so finally i think what ended up happening was there was this detective who was on his trail but couldnt figure out where he lived. one of the ladies put an ad in the paper which gave him a clue where we were. so hefound us, to say the least. we ended up killing the nark. think i killed her i remember thinking i gotta really put some umph into it to get through this thigh.... heh and he had this little thing witht hte detective. not before the guy called for back up though. so the guy ended up slitting the detective's throat. by the time back up came, detective was dead - but the back up guys got the guy and handcuffed him and tied him to the back of their cart/car thing and started drivin' to the back of the yard where the rest of the bodies were. the other lady was cutting the grass back there, and saw the guy tied up and caught so she got her saw and cut through the rope that was attaching him to the cart just in time that the detectives couldnt catch her (the rope was long). and he ended up getting away anyway. heh.
i have this thing about people being tie to the back of cars and dragged. ive had quite a few daydreams/dreams with it. think it started in gradeschool when we learned about the south - and KKK members dragging black him down the dirt road naked while they drove. sounds horrible especially when you can think in details about everything.
im a bit morbid. why?
oh, and chris and i are still arguing today.
okay, so my dreams. i think i dreamt like a whole movie with will smith in it. ..i kept thinking to myself this is exactly like independence day. lol but it wasnt .. something about bombs and snakes. i was in a parking garage and had to get out, so i blew out into the river and took the people with me. pulled down a piece of a tree and said to myself that people often times mistake this stuff for snakes-- so i wrapped it around me and let myself float down the current passed the civilians lookin' for me - when in reality the snake was around me, not the tree, so i had to bust a few moves to get him off. then will was in the building ..
anyway.
the second part of my dream after i fell back asleep. was i was living with a guy who killed people as a living. um. we moved into this house. i could describe everything about it. and i wanted to be just like him. but i started small. we had a back yard. all the way in the back is where we had the bodies hang out for a while. then two ladies came along and was with us. um. i remember wanting to do it like he did it - with such passion and ...whats the word.. he didnt care that he was butchering a human. no feelings in that sense, and i wanted to be the same way. i tried to train my mind to be the same way. so we had our little routine. i think the other ladies and me all wondered when he would get caught but we all were facinated with him at the same time we didnt care. so finally i think what ended up happening was there was this detective who was on his trail but couldnt figure out where he lived. one of the ladies put an ad in the paper which gave him a clue where we were. so hefound us, to say the least. we ended up killing the nark. think i killed her i remember thinking i gotta really put some umph into it to get through this thigh.... heh and he had this little thing witht hte detective. not before the guy called for back up though. so the guy ended up slitting the detective's throat. by the time back up came, detective was dead - but the back up guys got the guy and handcuffed him and tied him to the back of their cart/car thing and started drivin' to the back of the yard where the rest of the bodies were. the other lady was cutting the grass back there, and saw the guy tied up and caught so she got her saw and cut through the rope that was attaching him to the cart just in time that the detectives couldnt catch her (the rope was long). and he ended up getting away anyway. heh.
i have this thing about people being tie to the back of cars and dragged. ive had quite a few daydreams/dreams with it. think it started in gradeschool when we learned about the south - and KKK members dragging black him down the dirt road naked while they drove. sounds horrible especially when you can think in details about everything.
im a bit morbid. why?
oh, and chris and i are still arguing today.