bad dreams
i had the weirdest dream last night...well, this morning, cuz i went to bed at like 1AM. i've had this dream before, but i haven't had it in almost 4 months...but it's getting more and more realistic every time i go through it...kinda scares me. anyways i dreamed i:
faked my death. i know the perfect plan...it wouldn't be killing myself, cuz i'd still live. but i could run away, and start all over again. no more shy guy like i was at rhs, but no more "player" like i am at aha. i could find something in the middle. anyways, it starts with me in my mom's car, blasting my music. i throw my wallet and cell phone on the seat next to me, like i always do when i'm driving. i open the door, grab a thing of gasoliene, and get out (leaving the door open). i walk into the house, up the stairs, into my room. i start spreading gasoliene all over the place...walk out of my room, across the hall, down the back stairs...spray a LOT on the computer, TV room, living room...and throw the can back upstairs into my room. i light a match, and throw it far into the house...it fails to catch. i do it again, and the place jumps into flames quickly. i run outside, and into the woods in my backyard to watch. parents come home in tears, fire department here for hours.
then, i go through the woods, to the otherside, where i left my car. i take it, and just go. i see all the money i had taken out from the bank yesterday...and i drive to portland. i've always wanted to live in portland. anyways, i go to the orphanage, and say i need help...i've been living on my own for a few months since my mom left me, but i'm out of money. and from there, i get my new life...
ya, scary i could think something up like this. but w/e. let me know what you think.
faked my death. i know the perfect plan...it wouldn't be killing myself, cuz i'd still live. but i could run away, and start all over again. no more shy guy like i was at rhs, but no more "player" like i am at aha. i could find something in the middle. anyways, it starts with me in my mom's car, blasting my music. i throw my wallet and cell phone on the seat next to me, like i always do when i'm driving. i open the door, grab a thing of gasoliene, and get out (leaving the door open). i walk into the house, up the stairs, into my room. i start spreading gasoliene all over the place...walk out of my room, across the hall, down the back stairs...spray a LOT on the computer, TV room, living room...and throw the can back upstairs into my room. i light a match, and throw it far into the house...it fails to catch. i do it again, and the place jumps into flames quickly. i run outside, and into the woods in my backyard to watch. parents come home in tears, fire department here for hours.
then, i go through the woods, to the otherside, where i left my car. i take it, and just go. i see all the money i had taken out from the bank yesterday...and i drive to portland. i've always wanted to live in portland. anyways, i go to the orphanage, and say i need help...i've been living on my own for a few months since my mom left me, but i'm out of money. and from there, i get my new life...
ya, scary i could think something up like this. but w/e. let me know what you think.