Mar 29, 2008 10:22
Ok so...where to start. Last night (or more like at 4 am) I had the worst fucking nightmare...woke up in tearz and ran upstairs and slept on the couch. The dream took place downstairs in the bedroom at dads (where I was sleeping) which made it a lot scarier.
Character overview:
BEN HANSON (this fucking drunk that we kicked out of the bar for A. Attempting to break Connie-Poo's finger...and B. For saying seriously disgusting things to me that sincerely creeped me out and made me want to cry, and being very unrelenting about it. He's no longer allowed in our bar unless he drinks SODA but he tried to drink beer last night so we kicked him out. BITCH)
JACK (This lil' 68 year old SAV that comes into the bar and drinks his Ten High and just hangs out with no teeth and falls asleep on the bar and used to work for the railroad and has an 8 year old kid. He's always like "You sweet lil' thing you, I just don't know what to say!" ...Love him to PIECES but in my dream he had teeth and was fully mobile and could run almost as fast as me...WEIRD)
Here was my scary mo-fuggin DREEM:
I was chillin downstairs in the bedroom when Ben and Jack walk in and shut the door...They had a 6-pack of beer (from the upstairs fridge...) and it only had 2 beers left (in my dream I knew without them saying anything that they meant "we are drunk, we're gonna do something crazy"). I had a phone in my pocket. Ben tried to get violent with me (I knew both were attempting to rape me) and I knew how FUCKING strong he was, so I tried to just push him away. The T.V was on, and both were kinda out of it, but still trying really hard to get me to do waht they wanted. They started getting aggressive and slammed me against the wall. Started touching me and other creepy shit. The phone in my pocket rang...I answered it and put up a finger for them (as if to say "hold on, phone call!") and they kinda just whispered a few comments to each other. Nate was on the phone making smart-ass comments and I tried to imply that something was terribly wrong but he wasn't picking up on it because for some reason, he was already upset with me. I hung up the phone and Jack and Ben looked like they were ready to beat the shit outtof me. Ben had this really sick look on his face, and I kicked him in between the legs, and hit him with my phone. I ran out of the room, and ran up the stairs...(by this point I was in an entirely new house)...there were 2 locks on the door that they had locked. I got them open JUST in time, and sprinted out the door. My cell phone appeared in my pocket, and I called Nate back. He answered and I just said "Ben and Jack showed up at my house and tried to rape me, please help me, I'm running" and he just said "BE RIGHT THERE!!" and hung up.
I ran. I ran through a park, through all these people and stuff...I stopped on occasion to catch my breath. I got to this apartment complex where these ladies were having a meeting at the bottom of the stairwell. I explained that I was being chased by two men, and I needed a place to hide. By that point, Ben and Jack had caught up, and were still running after me. I jumped over some hurdle, and kept going...I got thru this training course for these runners, and got to a place (almost like an outdoor mall, but not fitted out with stores)...I saw a cop, and said "Please, you have to help me, please I really need help...I'm being chased by two men who...blah blah" and then Ben and Jack were right there. He looked at me and then looked at them. He put them at gunpoint and then arrested them. Other officers came and escorted them away, and I jumped on the officer, SOBBING, trying to say thank you, but I couldn't talk. He said he was just happy that the "song I was playing was a happy one"...(I don't remember a lot of that part). Then he said "your family is here to help you" and my Dad and Ryan showed up.
HOW FUCKING WEIRD.
Anyway, that was my horrible dream. It doesn't sound that scary, but it was really fucking intense.
So...
The movie SHOOTER is fucking rad. I love Mark Wahlberg because of this movie (esp. in the beginning...hot as shit mountain man..hella good sniper, and lives with his dog who he trained to retrieve beer out of the fridge for him. SAV). I have to give it back to the guy I borrowed it from here...but I keep watching the sniper-training part of the special features and parts of the movie over and over. PJCHHH.
Went to the range yesterday. I put the target up on the fridge to show my dad. I shot better than Nate did!!! He has a 9MM, but apparently its a total piece of shit (according to him...not like I would even know) but it had a ton of kick and I'm surprised I hit the target at ALL, to be honest. But I got the hang of loading it and when it locked up I fiddled with it and didn't need his help at all...INDEPENDENT WOMAN!! Lolzzz..
Also...at night randomly I feel nauseous and my stomach kinda hurts and I just feel like...I'm coming off Oxy or something. It's weird. My mom thinks its anxiety. Makes sense, I guess. Then, in the mornings randomly, I wake up feeling like I've had 5 cups of coffee, and like I just did a line or two of meth (gotta love my drug references)...it's weird. Only in the mornings! I just feel cracked out...yesterday I couldn't even go to the gym because I was like "Holy Cow, my heart is beating so fast, I'll give myself a heart attack if I work out now!" cause I was almost shaking it was beating so fast. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SHIT ALL ABOUT?!!!!
Ok. I have to work later. So GHEY. CPR is playing tonight though, and they draw in a good crowd and play good old rock n' roll.
OK. THIS ENTRY HAS BEEN LONG AND BORING. THANK YOU TO ANYONE WHO ACTUALLY READ THIS.
Also...JABBAWOCKEEZ WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!