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I've had some insane dreams lately.
really just nutty.
Last night i dreampt i was an architect.
hahahaha.
actually i drempt that a witch captured me in her freaky thrift shop and made me go through a labyrinth.
she was eating human flesh too. raw.
the night before i had a dream that i was yelling at someone (i know exactly who this someone is). i started telling her that everyone knew she was doing drugs during lunch but no one wanted to give her the satisfaction of saying anything about it. i wanted to show her so bad that we weren't idiots, just that we didn't want her to have one more reason to talk about herself. i was so sarcastic. i told her the most horrible things in the world in the nicest sneakiest most conniving ways i could think of. and it felt so good.
she broke down and cried.
i came back to her and tried to explain, or at least justify my words, and she started to melt and shrivel up. literally melt and shrivel. her skin started falling off of her bones and she was just a rotten little skeleton at my feet. i knew it wasn't my fault, i think she just died. someone came up to me and told me that she was poisoned.
i didn't know if i should feel satisfied or guilty about telling her off.
there was a thought in the back of my mind wondering if i had killed her with words or something.
it really haunted me.
really just nutty.
Last night i dreampt i was an architect.
hahahaha.
actually i drempt that a witch captured me in her freaky thrift shop and made me go through a labyrinth.
she was eating human flesh too. raw.
the night before i had a dream that i was yelling at someone (i know exactly who this someone is). i started telling her that everyone knew she was doing drugs during lunch but no one wanted to give her the satisfaction of saying anything about it. i wanted to show her so bad that we weren't idiots, just that we didn't want her to have one more reason to talk about herself. i was so sarcastic. i told her the most horrible things in the world in the nicest sneakiest most conniving ways i could think of. and it felt so good.
she broke down and cried.
i came back to her and tried to explain, or at least justify my words, and she started to melt and shrivel up. literally melt and shrivel. her skin started falling off of her bones and she was just a rotten little skeleton at my feet. i knew it wasn't my fault, i think she just died. someone came up to me and told me that she was poisoned.
i didn't know if i should feel satisfied or guilty about telling her off.
there was a thought in the back of my mind wondering if i had killed her with words or something.
it really haunted me.