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Its been a while, eh?
Oh well, not that it MATTERS D<
I have an awful dream...just thought I should let you know.....
I wake up at 5:30 crying. Stupid fucking dream.
apparently, My brother Bobby is a bad person, because he's like...steadily killing people inside this house that looks a little like mine, but bigger. And apparently me and a few others are left, but they ran or something, because its just me and this other person that I don't recodnize upstairs in this house with my brother in a different room down the hall. I don't know what he's doing but he's there. And this other person I'm with is telling me that like..we need to stop him or something. He gives me a gun, to which I had never shot anything or anyone before, so I just wait in the room as the other person leaves. And Bobby comes out the room, and sees that the light is off in the room that I'm in(i turned it off, to try to hide.) So I hear him, and he comes down the hall, and when he comes into the doorway I'm trying to hide behind my dresser, which is near the door, But I can't seem to move by body before he sees me. And I know I can't do anything because he had a gun too. so as he's raising it up to me, I shoot at him. I'm not sure where it goes, but it hits and he moves back into the hall. And then tries to run down the stairs to get out, i'm guessing. In my mind I'm thinking..i can't let him leave.. So I run to the stairs and aim my gun down and shoot him again. This time I can almost feel his pain, the bullet goes through his back, through his lung and out his stomach. And he falls down the rest of the stairs, shouting, with blood rushing to his lungs making his voice all gargly-or whatever. And I run down the stairs, scared and appaled that i'm killing my brother. As I get to the bottom he's laying on his back, slowly raising his gun. But since he is bleeding, he can't aim that well and I jump out the front door before he can shoot me. By now, the other person with me is coming down, and I'm shouting, screaming, at him. "Get him! Get him!" meaning just...like telling him to kill my brother...! But his gun doesn't have any bullets left, so I knock the gun out Bobby's hand as he tries to shoot the other guy. And I take the gun, put it against his side, and shoot him from his side out to his other side.. And I watch as his eyes get really wide, but he can't scream because blood is all in his lungs and its coming out his mouth and nose. But by now i'm just crying and pulling him across my lap. Telling him, crying at him, that I was going to make the pain go away, That I was going to save him. That it was okay. Even as I was putting the gun to his forehead, and his mouth is moving but he can't talk because blood keeps coming out. but I wake up before anything else happens. Crying. Feeling stupid at the same time. Wondering where William is, to hold me and tell me its just a dream.
Eh..i feel so stupid.
So so stupid.
anyhoo.. how have you been these passed 9 weeks, LJ? o_o You're getting fat. Just thought I should let you know.