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she walked next to me with a half bottle of vodka.it was raining outside, and dark, the only light was a small glow from a street light 30 yards down the road.i couldnt bring myself to say anything ,not even if i wanted to.i took her to an abandoned house, and told her what was inside would change her life. we crawled inside a large broken window that was once covered by a large wooden board.the room we stepped into had not had company in what looked like forever."fucking is always in option" she whispered , as the words crawled out of her mouth she sat in what looked liked an old electric chair, used for death, or torture.I watched her, as she lounged comfortably in it as if nothing was strange or odd at all.i sit at one side of the room, she sits on the other... in this electric chair, it looks like something out of Frankenstein movie. her half finished bottle leaning against the side of her stomach in the chair. "what else can you show me?" she nearly yells across the room.
and then boom i wake up. ive seriously had this dream 3 nights in a row, each night something small changes but its ALWAYS the same. i dont know where i am in the dream, or who im with, and i never see myself. its fucking weird.and creepy.
and then boom i wake up. ive seriously had this dream 3 nights in a row, each night something small changes but its ALWAYS the same. i dont know where i am in the dream, or who im with, and i never see myself. its fucking weird.and creepy.