Murder on Jon Street
I had one crazy ass dream last night.
So I was chilling on the beach with my brother and some people at night...just hanging out you know. We started hearing something flopping around in the water, and I made the comment "haha, it's probably those creatures from that show 'Surface.'" Well apparently this scared some people I was hanging out with (wtf?) and they were like "OK, I wanna go inside now" (There was a beach house up the beach). So when we start to get up to go back in, we hear something run up from the beach (in my dream it was virtually pitch black). Then I said "Hey Justin, did you hear that?" No response from him. "Justin?" Still no response. I kept calling his name for like 10 more seconds, then all of the sudden, he yells, "Fucking RUN! NOW!!" Apparently some guy was trying to kill him quietly, so he grabbed him and put his hand over his mouth. He broke free and ran. Anyway, we ran back inside and locked all the doors....but the guy was trying to get in. About after an hour (or so it seemed like?) we all went to my car to get the fuck out of there.
We lose him.
The next part of my dream I'm at work. You know, doing concessions at the movie theater. Then this customer comes up to me:
Me - Would you like to try one of our combos today?
Customer - No.
Me - Ok what can I get you then.
Customer - Oh nothing really, I just came to kill you.
Son of a bitch. He then pulls out a HUGE knife, but then says "But I'll wait till you get off work before I kill you."
This sucks. Why the fuck does this guy want to kill me? So I ask him...he then takes a long look at me and says "Because it's fun." and winks at me.
Well this dude fucked up, I'm thinking again, he's waiting for me? What a dumb shit..I'll just call the police. So I try to call 911, but the number says "No Longer in Service." What kind of horror movie bullshit is this? Someone then says "Oh yeah, they changed the number."
Before I go on, I'd just like to say I thought ALL OF THIS WAS REAL. No fucking joke. I was actually scared for my life.
Anyway, 911 changing their number was no fucking help for me. So I wait. Luckily, however, a police officer comes into the movie. So I yell "HEY! Police! Yeah you! Come here! There's a guy in here trying to kill me."
He looks at me and says "I know." and walks away. Kick ass. He's going to go fuck that bitch up.
THAT part of my dream fades out. And I'm now on a plane, going somewhere. Where? I don't know. But all I know is I look over to the person across the row from me, and it's that god damn guy that was trying to kill me. He looks at me, grins, and pulls out that same knife. He gets up, and I get up. He said "Time for you to die!" However, someone must of seen him, and they said "Here boy! Catch!" They throw me a fucking fork. A long ass fork. Whatever, I must make do with my long fork. Anyway, this is the awesome part of my dream.
In my Jon Tanner-Rage, I round-house kicked his knife out of his hand. Now the bitch is defenseless. I take my fork, and just stab the shit out of him, wherever I can. First, I jabbed the forked in his neck, and ripped out his jugular. I then took it, and stabbed both of his eyes, like a bunch of times. Then I went ape-shit on him. Just a whirlwind of stabbing the fuck out of him where I could. And that's where it ended.
If you ever try to mess with me in your dreams, think again!!!
I'll FUCK you up!
So I was chilling on the beach with my brother and some people at night...just hanging out you know. We started hearing something flopping around in the water, and I made the comment "haha, it's probably those creatures from that show 'Surface.'" Well apparently this scared some people I was hanging out with (wtf?) and they were like "OK, I wanna go inside now" (There was a beach house up the beach). So when we start to get up to go back in, we hear something run up from the beach (in my dream it was virtually pitch black). Then I said "Hey Justin, did you hear that?" No response from him. "Justin?" Still no response. I kept calling his name for like 10 more seconds, then all of the sudden, he yells, "Fucking RUN! NOW!!" Apparently some guy was trying to kill him quietly, so he grabbed him and put his hand over his mouth. He broke free and ran. Anyway, we ran back inside and locked all the doors....but the guy was trying to get in. About after an hour (or so it seemed like?) we all went to my car to get the fuck out of there.
We lose him.
The next part of my dream I'm at work. You know, doing concessions at the movie theater. Then this customer comes up to me:
Me - Would you like to try one of our combos today?
Customer - No.
Me - Ok what can I get you then.
Customer - Oh nothing really, I just came to kill you.
Son of a bitch. He then pulls out a HUGE knife, but then says "But I'll wait till you get off work before I kill you."
This sucks. Why the fuck does this guy want to kill me? So I ask him...he then takes a long look at me and says "Because it's fun." and winks at me.
Well this dude fucked up, I'm thinking again, he's waiting for me? What a dumb shit..I'll just call the police. So I try to call 911, but the number says "No Longer in Service." What kind of horror movie bullshit is this? Someone then says "Oh yeah, they changed the number."
Before I go on, I'd just like to say I thought ALL OF THIS WAS REAL. No fucking joke. I was actually scared for my life.
Anyway, 911 changing their number was no fucking help for me. So I wait. Luckily, however, a police officer comes into the movie. So I yell "HEY! Police! Yeah you! Come here! There's a guy in here trying to kill me."
He looks at me and says "I know." and walks away. Kick ass. He's going to go fuck that bitch up.
THAT part of my dream fades out. And I'm now on a plane, going somewhere. Where? I don't know. But all I know is I look over to the person across the row from me, and it's that god damn guy that was trying to kill me. He looks at me, grins, and pulls out that same knife. He gets up, and I get up. He said "Time for you to die!" However, someone must of seen him, and they said "Here boy! Catch!" They throw me a fucking fork. A long ass fork. Whatever, I must make do with my long fork. Anyway, this is the awesome part of my dream.
In my Jon Tanner-Rage, I round-house kicked his knife out of his hand. Now the bitch is defenseless. I take my fork, and just stab the shit out of him, wherever I can. First, I jabbed the forked in his neck, and ripped out his jugular. I then took it, and stabbed both of his eyes, like a bunch of times. Then I went ape-shit on him. Just a whirlwind of stabbing the fuck out of him where I could. And that's where it ended.
If you ever try to mess with me in your dreams, think again!!!
I'll FUCK you up!