I can't take these fucking dreams anymore
Every night I'm almost afraid to go to sleep, because my dreams are killing me. I dreamed I was going to some weird ass school, but it wasn't for academics it was for some form of combat. (haha) I used the last of my money to buy a half gallon of Jim Beam. And then a bunch of other fucks drank it all and I was mgea pissed. So then it was taken over by some weird ass group, and they make you do these ridiculous things, like have a man chop your feet off. If you managed to accept it without flinching however, the axe would go right through you and you wouldn't lose your feet. I did it, and for some reason a bunch of 20 dollar bills showed up. I hate how I was more excited in the dream about the money so I could buy booze than not losing my feet. (I guess my subconscious misses drinking as much as I do, I actually did manage to stop drinking so much) So I was trying to go buy booze, that same group captures Amy, lol.
So I'm off to save her, and I decide to stop by my old house, which in my dream my parents just sold to my Uncle Jeff and Auntie Jackie. For more unknown reasons I decided to stop at B-ri and Brettie's house on the way there. We watched like 6 episodes of Seinfeld, and then I talked with my Auntie Wendy. I started crying because I missed my house, and she started crying too. I must have actually been crying in my bed as I slept. So I go to my "house" which actually wasn't my old house at all, but in my dream it was. After seeing every room, I finally went to "my room". It was "just as I remembered it" same bedspread and everything. Also Sunny was there for some reason. I cried because he was there, and because in the dream he didn't remember me. Then for some reason Madame Amo showed up, a girl I know named Chelsea showed up, and my Auntie Jackie. They were pissed at me now for some reason, and we started having a knife fight. I woke up after the fight ended, and it was only 8AM. I haven't naturally woken up at 8AM in like.......months? Anyway I felt like I was tripping for a half hour after I woke up, and the dream was so intense I wanted to document it. Although it was twisted, it actually represented a lot of my real life. Money for booze, saving Amy, my old house, missing Sunny. I can honestly say I never want to try DMT. >.
So I'm off to save her, and I decide to stop by my old house, which in my dream my parents just sold to my Uncle Jeff and Auntie Jackie. For more unknown reasons I decided to stop at B-ri and Brettie's house on the way there. We watched like 6 episodes of Seinfeld, and then I talked with my Auntie Wendy. I started crying because I missed my house, and she started crying too. I must have actually been crying in my bed as I slept. So I go to my "house" which actually wasn't my old house at all, but in my dream it was. After seeing every room, I finally went to "my room". It was "just as I remembered it" same bedspread and everything. Also Sunny was there for some reason. I cried because he was there, and because in the dream he didn't remember me. Then for some reason Madame Amo showed up, a girl I know named Chelsea showed up, and my Auntie Jackie. They were pissed at me now for some reason, and we started having a knife fight. I woke up after the fight ended, and it was only 8AM. I haven't naturally woken up at 8AM in like.......months? Anyway I felt like I was tripping for a half hour after I woke up, and the dream was so intense I wanted to document it. Although it was twisted, it actually represented a lot of my real life. Money for booze, saving Amy, my old house, missing Sunny. I can honestly say I never want to try DMT. >.