cant forget this dream
ok so last night i dreamt that,for some reason, i had to ride my bike from la into the inland empire. In the dream i was SORTA pee-wee herman from a 3rd person point of view, but not really. anyway, during my long, yet seemingly easy, bike ride to the inland empire, my bike fell into a booby-trap, wherein the front wheel of my bike jammed and i went flying head-first into a syringe filled with tranquilizers that pricked me at a very precise point in my neck. when i awoke i was witnessing a murder from inside a dusty old box in someone's closet. the murderer turned out to be a local small-town inland empire christian man, father of 12, who was an "upstanding member of the community"- he served on all of the local councils and ran a gallery downtown filled with non-offensive landscape paintings. Somehow he just had a penchant for murder i guess? I forget his motives, but i think he was killing people that weren't christian and white enough (woah). Unfortunately all of his children kept trying to warn me to get out of the house/ get away from their crazy murderous father, but it was too late because i had fallen in love with one of his beautiful daughters who kinda looked like emma roberts. It was a strange mix of trying to get her father's approval a-la romantic comedy, mixed in with the father trying to murder me on various occasions.