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Wednesday, April 23, 2008
worst nightmare. ever.
It's been a while since I posted a dream. So today, I thought I'd post one but this time it's a huge one. A nightmare, even. One of the worst ones I've had in a long while. I vaguely remember the beginning, but I do remember me being in a living room. I guess it's my living room as it's obvious that I'm entertaining everyone. It's early morning. I guess we were out for the night and just came home to crash. It's a small room. Basic. TV, a few book shelves. little table in front messy with magazines, smokes, ashtray, beer, pot, bills and the other regular stuff. There's also a bunch of toys on the ground. Oh yeah, I do remember my niece being there. She was playing on this huge bed and when she saw me, she jumps and smiles. The next thing I remember is that I'm there with a four other people. I only know one of them. She's a friend of mine. Three of them leave. I'm alone with my friend. As I sit down to talk to her on a little love seat, I tell her that she can stay as long as she wants but the others have to dash. I tell her she can stay until she has to go to work the next day. I'm making myself comfortable on the love seat. For some reason, my jean jacket is back on along with layers of other types of coats. I have five different coats on. I'm getting hot. I'm trying to have a conversation with my friend. I'm falling asleep. I crash. I come to and no ones there. My friend had left. I'm alone. Wondering what happened, I look around. I notice I can't breath. I open my mouth and remains of dolls and stuffed animals are jammed into my mouth. Fur, doll clothing, hair balls, stuffed animal body parts are all vomited out of my mouth as I look around to see who could've done this. I figure it was my friend or her friends. I don't know. How long was I passed out for? I wonder. I get up to only fall back onto the love seat. I can't get back up.
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