November 9th 2011
last night I had a dream...
I was driving a red sports car. not sure what kind, but it was nice. not the car I actually own in real life. my sister and I were supposed to be meeting up, but I realized I was being followed. so I drove straight past her like I didn't even know her. then I drove away from my house, parked and went into a public place. sat down and pulled my hood up, hoping nobody would be able to recognise me since the people following me were video taping me. so I walked out, and suddenly I had a bike. so I took it and rode off... I got off the bike, pulled out my video recorder and hooked it up to my phone, and before I could even turn it on I ran straight into the guys following me. it wasn't who I expected. I expected it to just be Luci trying to dig up information on me to black mail me. so I tried to run but they grabbed me and carried me away. once we were in their house I noticed his eyes. ice blue. beautiful. he kept asking what I was looking at, and I reached out and touched his cheek saying "Wait.."
I told them I had a stalker problem, and that's why I had been on edge. they asked if it was me they'd talked to on their radio. I told them no.
and then I was trying to escape again. Since I kept fighting, they tried to drug me. in the struggle the guy got stabbed and he got drugged, but the needle had also stabbed me. so instead of knocked out we were both really high and lazy. I said "Now my heart is fast and slow" and the guy was like "what?" and suddenly there was an old lady yelling at the beautiful guy about a heart condition, so I just pointed at her and said "she knows..."
but things felt amazing, so I started touching things. for some reason at this point we were all in a vent like metal box.. apparently I'd tried to escape through it. so I Washington rubbing metal vent holes on the side of the wall, which of course were dirty. the guy who wasn't drugged was like "gross" and I wiped it off onto the side of the metal. then they drug me out of the vent and carried me in and put me in bed. I was in and out of it a little, and I ended up sleeping with the guy with the beautiful eyes because the drug had made me horny.. and he was gorgeous.
the beautiful guy and I were sort of a couple now, and pretty soon his crazy ex girlfriend showed up. the beautiful guy carried me in and sat with me in bed (I was still high at this point) and told me not to worry and to stay put. I laid in bed for awhile, and the other guy told her he wasn't home. she didn't believe him, and they were talking about him cheating on her. she was screaming. I glanced out the window and saw it. then suddenly I was in the living room and someone opener the blinds. I sat really still. there was someone next to me and I said "she's going to notice me eventually." other people were talking to her, keeping her attention now. then he whispered back "hold your breath?" and right then she saw us. she ran inside screaming. I stayed out of it at first. then she turned around and saw us.. (suddenly my cousin Puppet was there) and she didn't know which one of us to hit, but I could tell she was definitely going to hit one of us, so I jumped up (no longer high for some reason) and said "it was me, bitch." and punched her. I beat her ass, barely letting her touch me and suddenly I realized people were saying I should stop. whispering amongst themselves that I was really hurting her. so I let her go. then the beautiful guy said she was crazy and I was cheeky, and for both of us to get the hell out. so I laughed and packed my things. I went in to get my things from the room and his friend had packed a lot of it already. I asked "where's my phone?" and he told me all I had to do was report it at the main desk and they'd probably have it. "no, it's here." I found it next to the bed plugged in. "nice try." I grabbed my other things, throwing them all in my laundry basket and asked my sister to help me carry it out. I had dog cages in there and everything. they'd gone through my things and carried them inside. I didn't know why and I didn't care. I was going to leave and his ex said something about breaking my zipper. I told her she was nothing and fixing a zipper was easy. fixing her face wouldn't be. I turned to the guys friend. "nice meeting you. too bad it was under shitty circumstances." then I left and woke up..
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