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itd be cool if anyone else's dreams were insane like mine too.
i'm sure they are, just maybe i can remember mine more
last nite i didn't sleep at all really
it was 5 minutes off, 5 on from 4 until now [9]
the dreams were a sequence about a 12 show. we were playing a benefit show outside there were tons of bands, we headlined, ache emelie was even there, so i left to go back to my house to get somethning because it was near my home.
when i got home, my real sister was there, and it was like that sound in the movies when somebody stabs with a knife the EE EE EE. she was evil.
we had this intense verbal fight i just yelled and yelled at her for being so horrible to me. i said, "what are you so mean for? what are you so sad for? you can say all of those things to me, they're not going to hurt me, do you want me to kill myself? so you have something real to greieve for? so you have something real to get attention for?" and then she stopped yelling and crying and crawled in my lap, and at that moment i knew that i had made her mentally retarded and she was autistic. i was reading her a book, and my dad walked in because he had just got off of work and she looked at the book and said
"the trashcans are content with being happy"
and i said, "and the bunnies?"
"well, they're dead...
they died from the wine
the fought over the wine"
try waking up to this everymorning
i'm sure they are, just maybe i can remember mine more
last nite i didn't sleep at all really
it was 5 minutes off, 5 on from 4 until now [9]
the dreams were a sequence about a 12 show. we were playing a benefit show outside there were tons of bands, we headlined, ache emelie was even there, so i left to go back to my house to get somethning because it was near my home.
when i got home, my real sister was there, and it was like that sound in the movies when somebody stabs with a knife the EE EE EE. she was evil.
we had this intense verbal fight i just yelled and yelled at her for being so horrible to me. i said, "what are you so mean for? what are you so sad for? you can say all of those things to me, they're not going to hurt me, do you want me to kill myself? so you have something real to greieve for? so you have something real to get attention for?" and then she stopped yelling and crying and crawled in my lap, and at that moment i knew that i had made her mentally retarded and she was autistic. i was reading her a book, and my dad walked in because he had just got off of work and she looked at the book and said
"the trashcans are content with being happy"
and i said, "and the bunnies?"
"well, they're dead...
they died from the wine
the fought over the wine"
try waking up to this everymorning