Interesting...
SO.
A couple nights ago I had this really fucked up dream about me and Dave. He was pregnant with twins but he wasn't showing at all. (I know this is weird in real life but it wasn't in my dream, dammit.) Well, in my dream we're just living life. I go to bed one night and have a dream. (I had a dream that I had a dream...) And in this dream me and Dave get into a car accident and the car is upside down and he is all bloody and unconcious. And I can't get him out of the damn car. Then I wake up. (P.S. I'm still dreaming, dammit.)
So we go out to my parents for some reason and I'm driving us back home after we visit. It was all gray and the only things I could see were the headlights of oncoming traffic and the taillights of the cars ahead of me. I thought my windows were dirty so I washed them and that didn't work. So I say, "Fuck it" and turn on my brights. It doesn't work that well and now every car is fucking flashing me to turn them off. I turn my head to look at Dave to see if he fell asleep or something and for some stupid reason, I turn my the wheel towards him at the same time. The car skids sideways for a second and then starts flipping like mad. Glass breaking, metal crunching fucking blacker than black outside. I press my hand against Dave's chest and say "Hold on, baby!" The car lands upside down and all I'm thinking is, "The vision was true! The fucking vision was TRUE!" Dave's hand is hanging limply on the ceiling and he's unconcious and covered in blood. I get out of the car, run to the other side mumbling, "nononono...This isn't happening. This isn't happening..." I open his door and try to get him out but his seatbelt is locked and I can't get him out. I have a very bad feeling that he's lost the twins. I'm crying and covered in his blood, too afraid to take his pulse or see if he's breathing because if he's dead, I don't want to know. I didn't even dare look at his face or chest because I was too afraid that I would see a huge chunk of glass implanted in some fatal part of his body. Can't get him out of the fucking car...
Then I woke up. For real this time. Pretty creepy, huh? Anyone know what it might mean?
On a lighter note, me, Dave, Jasper and her woman Emily all went down to my parents house last night and partied with them. So that was really fun.
Jasper was all afraid that my mom would kick her out of the house if she kissed her girly!!! lol My mom already knew that they were together and didn't give a rat's ass. It was funny.
And we all played drunken volleyball too. The first time the ball was hit it came to me and I hit it but I fell square on my ass/back doing so. So now it feels like I have a gigantic bruise where my ass cheeks should be. :) The game was really going nowhere fast...Serve, out, serve, out...so Dave decided to be on one side VS. me, Jasper, Emily, and my mom. I think the end score was 18 to 7 or something like that. Dave kicked our asses. :( hahaha
He also told me that I was saying some pretty naughty things to him last night. Things that I can't see myself saying let alone fucking remembering it! Heehee..I'm a naughty...
As a last note, Suicide Girls are having this huge ass sleepover/get-together at the L.A. HQ house coming up here pretty soon and I want to fucking go!!! But I can't...No money for a plane ticket. :( :( :(
Enough of this blasted novel!!! I love you. Or fuck off. One of the two. (And if you're lucky, both!) :)
~Cinder Suicide~
A couple nights ago I had this really fucked up dream about me and Dave. He was pregnant with twins but he wasn't showing at all. (I know this is weird in real life but it wasn't in my dream, dammit.) Well, in my dream we're just living life. I go to bed one night and have a dream. (I had a dream that I had a dream...) And in this dream me and Dave get into a car accident and the car is upside down and he is all bloody and unconcious. And I can't get him out of the damn car. Then I wake up. (P.S. I'm still dreaming, dammit.)
So we go out to my parents for some reason and I'm driving us back home after we visit. It was all gray and the only things I could see were the headlights of oncoming traffic and the taillights of the cars ahead of me. I thought my windows were dirty so I washed them and that didn't work. So I say, "Fuck it" and turn on my brights. It doesn't work that well and now every car is fucking flashing me to turn them off. I turn my head to look at Dave to see if he fell asleep or something and for some stupid reason, I turn my the wheel towards him at the same time. The car skids sideways for a second and then starts flipping like mad. Glass breaking, metal crunching fucking blacker than black outside. I press my hand against Dave's chest and say "Hold on, baby!" The car lands upside down and all I'm thinking is, "The vision was true! The fucking vision was TRUE!" Dave's hand is hanging limply on the ceiling and he's unconcious and covered in blood. I get out of the car, run to the other side mumbling, "nononono...This isn't happening. This isn't happening..." I open his door and try to get him out but his seatbelt is locked and I can't get him out. I have a very bad feeling that he's lost the twins. I'm crying and covered in his blood, too afraid to take his pulse or see if he's breathing because if he's dead, I don't want to know. I didn't even dare look at his face or chest because I was too afraid that I would see a huge chunk of glass implanted in some fatal part of his body. Can't get him out of the fucking car...
Then I woke up. For real this time. Pretty creepy, huh? Anyone know what it might mean?
On a lighter note, me, Dave, Jasper and her woman Emily all went down to my parents house last night and partied with them. So that was really fun.
Jasper was all afraid that my mom would kick her out of the house if she kissed her girly!!! lol My mom already knew that they were together and didn't give a rat's ass. It was funny.
And we all played drunken volleyball too. The first time the ball was hit it came to me and I hit it but I fell square on my ass/back doing so. So now it feels like I have a gigantic bruise where my ass cheeks should be. :) The game was really going nowhere fast...Serve, out, serve, out...so Dave decided to be on one side VS. me, Jasper, Emily, and my mom. I think the end score was 18 to 7 or something like that. Dave kicked our asses. :( hahaha
He also told me that I was saying some pretty naughty things to him last night. Things that I can't see myself saying let alone fucking remembering it! Heehee..I'm a naughty...
As a last note, Suicide Girls are having this huge ass sleepover/get-together at the L.A. HQ house coming up here pretty soon and I want to fucking go!!! But I can't...No money for a plane ticket. :( :( :(
Enough of this blasted novel!!! I love you. Or fuck off. One of the two. (And if you're lucky, both!) :)
~Cinder Suicide~