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I had a freaky dream last night. So much, in fact, that I had to call Michael at 4:44am to be comforted. I won't go into too much detail because I have to run soon, but basically, it all centered around me getting in an airplane crash. It wasn't a bad crash, only a few people on the plane died, and it happened while we were landing so we were close to the ground. But the wing hit a big powerline and the whole plane spun like five times before it landed.
We all ran out of it, and as we were running, one of the engines exploded behind us. Some guy ran by me, completely caught on fire and screaming. Other people were running around and crying and shit. And then this other guy was someone I knew, this guy Kevin, one of Michael's friends. And when I went to comfort him, he started touching me between the legs, still crying and saying "why am I touching you? I can't stop myself!" That part was weird.
And then later, I was trying to walk home through the neighborhood the plane crashed in, which was a really scary neighborhood. I got attacked by dogs, one of which looked very realistic with huge teeth. The other two didn't look realistic, but they were very creepy, and black, with big eyes. Anyway, I got away from them, only to have some huge black guy want to kill me.
Now, normally, black people don't scare me...but this one had a knife. And apparently, sometime earlier I had stopped him from robbing someone, so he was after me. And he pulled out his big knife and yelled at me from across the street "little white pussy boy better run. I'll give him a five second head start so he can try and make a plan."
Well, of course, I ran. But my ingenius escape planned involved hiding behind a palm tree. Go me! I was peeking out from behind it, and the guy almost walked passed me, but at the last second looked right at me. I about had a heart attack and at this point, I woke up and immediately called Michael.
We all ran out of it, and as we were running, one of the engines exploded behind us. Some guy ran by me, completely caught on fire and screaming. Other people were running around and crying and shit. And then this other guy was someone I knew, this guy Kevin, one of Michael's friends. And when I went to comfort him, he started touching me between the legs, still crying and saying "why am I touching you? I can't stop myself!" That part was weird.
And then later, I was trying to walk home through the neighborhood the plane crashed in, which was a really scary neighborhood. I got attacked by dogs, one of which looked very realistic with huge teeth. The other two didn't look realistic, but they were very creepy, and black, with big eyes. Anyway, I got away from them, only to have some huge black guy want to kill me.
Now, normally, black people don't scare me...but this one had a knife. And apparently, sometime earlier I had stopped him from robbing someone, so he was after me. And he pulled out his big knife and yelled at me from across the street "little white pussy boy better run. I'll give him a five second head start so he can try and make a plan."
Well, of course, I ran. But my ingenius escape planned involved hiding behind a palm tree. Go me! I was peeking out from behind it, and the guy almost walked passed me, but at the last second looked right at me. I about had a heart attack and at this point, I woke up and immediately called Michael.