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I'm sitting her listening to Monty Are I and Kanye West's "Work Out Plan" while watching a foreign movie with subtitles. Everytime I look up to read what they are saying it always have to do with croissants. Talk about French stereotypes. I feel like I have a hang over, or at least what I think one would be. My head aches and my eyes burn and I collectively look and feel like complete shit.
I was expecting some big epic ghost experience last night due to recent ghost activity but I only dreamt about it. The other day one of my ghosts shook me while I was sleeping and woke me up again by trying to unlock my door. In my dream, like Megan's, I dreamt her house was haunted. It was a huge, beautiful, white summer house overlooking a lake. It had large, white victorian doors opening too the lake, and the lake water was really dark and almost elegant looking. They shared the house with her aunt and from what I could tell, really enjoyed living there. We put on some horror movie that basically made it seem as though the movie was happening to us and every move we made, we watched on the television. There was a loud noise outside the house so I opened those large victorian doors to see a few teenagers playing in the lake water. They were our friends, rather good looking, and were playing around on inner tubes. We were talking to them, mainly telling them to get out of the lake, and I watched something approach one of the guys I was talking to and pin his arm against something. It happened fast, but whatever was in the water bit his arm and sucked him into the water. The rest of the people jumped out of the water and when we turned around to go rushing inside, his body was sitting cross legged in front of the TV, facing us. Well, I shouldn't say facing us though, because his body was headless. Megan and I shrieked and turned around to the doors again, just as his shrunken head was thrown into the room. The head's eyes were closed, and as we stood there in silence, his eyes opened quickly and he started screaming obscure ramblings and "LOOK AT ME." We ran and found Megan's mom, who had seen the entire thing happen, and she told us to start packing up all their things.
I think our dreams are a result of too much ouija, Slipknot, and ghost taunting. If you're 555, I'm 666.
As of lately, my life has been consumed by male camel toe and b00bz as seen
I was expecting some big epic ghost experience last night due to recent ghost activity but I only dreamt about it. The other day one of my ghosts shook me while I was sleeping and woke me up again by trying to unlock my door. In my dream, like Megan's, I dreamt her house was haunted. It was a huge, beautiful, white summer house overlooking a lake. It had large, white victorian doors opening too the lake, and the lake water was really dark and almost elegant looking. They shared the house with her aunt and from what I could tell, really enjoyed living there. We put on some horror movie that basically made it seem as though the movie was happening to us and every move we made, we watched on the television. There was a loud noise outside the house so I opened those large victorian doors to see a few teenagers playing in the lake water. They were our friends, rather good looking, and were playing around on inner tubes. We were talking to them, mainly telling them to get out of the lake, and I watched something approach one of the guys I was talking to and pin his arm against something. It happened fast, but whatever was in the water bit his arm and sucked him into the water. The rest of the people jumped out of the water and when we turned around to go rushing inside, his body was sitting cross legged in front of the TV, facing us. Well, I shouldn't say facing us though, because his body was headless. Megan and I shrieked and turned around to the doors again, just as his shrunken head was thrown into the room. The head's eyes were closed, and as we stood there in silence, his eyes opened quickly and he started screaming obscure ramblings and "LOOK AT ME." We ran and found Megan's mom, who had seen the entire thing happen, and she told us to start packing up all their things.
I think our dreams are a result of too much ouija, Slipknot, and ghost taunting. If you're 555, I'm 666.
As of lately, my life has been consumed by male camel toe and b00bz as seen