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I was running though a college campus. I'm not even sure which one it was, but it sort of looked like Vanderbilt. Buildings numbered 1 through 10 were in my way, and I had to go through each one without being caught by some federal agents, yet another mystery to me. I got to building 6 and someone told me the cops were camped out inside, so I took a basement detour, and came out to number 7. Inside building 8 was this ghetto section, and I had to watch over my shoulder for any sort of criminal mischief. Bums were staring at me as my feet barely touched the ground.
As I got to building 10, I could almost taste freedom. I got outside of it and ran into my girlfriend, who was picking me up and taking me away. She had to go get her car from a parking lot (some fast getaway that turned out to be) and she told me to wait on the sidewalk. I didn't wanna stand in the daylight, somehow thinking I'd be spotted by the FBI. I ran after her in the parking lot, only to have her scream at me and my inability to listen, which used to be my biggest downfall and at times can still be.
We were about to get into her car when a cop grabbed her, threw her out of the way, and then hopped in the car and took off with me in the passenger seat.
He told me he was taking a piece of scotch tape to a laboratory "downtown" for analysis, in hopes of connecting it to her. When I asked him.. "downtown Nashville?", he laughed and said.. "No, downtown Tampa", and focused back onto the road ahead. Just before that, we were both singing the chorus to The Killers "Mr. Brightside".
I woke up. It said 4:20 on the clock. I wasn't really sure what happened. I'm still not.
As I got to building 10, I could almost taste freedom. I got outside of it and ran into my girlfriend, who was picking me up and taking me away. She had to go get her car from a parking lot (some fast getaway that turned out to be) and she told me to wait on the sidewalk. I didn't wanna stand in the daylight, somehow thinking I'd be spotted by the FBI. I ran after her in the parking lot, only to have her scream at me and my inability to listen, which used to be my biggest downfall and at times can still be.
We were about to get into her car when a cop grabbed her, threw her out of the way, and then hopped in the car and took off with me in the passenger seat.
He told me he was taking a piece of scotch tape to a laboratory "downtown" for analysis, in hopes of connecting it to her. When I asked him.. "downtown Nashville?", he laughed and said.. "No, downtown Tampa", and focused back onto the road ahead. Just before that, we were both singing the chorus to The Killers "Mr. Brightside".
I woke up. It said 4:20 on the clock. I wasn't really sure what happened. I'm still not.