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And about two weeks ago I dreamt of this:
I was sitting in a barn attic talking to an attractive brown haired man (I think he had blue eyes) about a cute asian man, I think we were perhaps arguing over the boy. Anyway, I was sitting on an upsidedown barrel and resting my head on in hands, staring dully as the man ranted on and on and on about the cute Asian man.
Off to the left I heard/seen something...I think and crawled off in that direction to see the pretty Asian boy. He was sitting hacking away at his flesh with a knife, his arms and hands already covered in scars and blood. He was whining about how no one loved him.
I told him I loved him, I cared, and begged him to stop. He didn't believe me...and then the damn blonde woke me up. ._.
(the damn blonde being one of my friends)
I was sitting in a barn attic talking to an attractive brown haired man (I think he had blue eyes) about a cute asian man, I think we were perhaps arguing over the boy. Anyway, I was sitting on an upsidedown barrel and resting my head on in hands, staring dully as the man ranted on and on and on about the cute Asian man.
Off to the left I heard/seen something...I think and crawled off in that direction to see the pretty Asian boy. He was sitting hacking away at his flesh with a knife, his arms and hands already covered in scars and blood. He was whining about how no one loved him.
I told him I loved him, I cared, and begged him to stop. He didn't believe me...and then the damn blonde woke me up. ._.
(the damn blonde being one of my friends)