The Obscure

Whoa, blogger went wierd on me, so I have an entirely different update thingy, I hope it didn't screw up the site. Anyway, I came on here to tell you about the worst, most nightmarish dream I have ever had. Well, not really, not by a longshot, but it did freak me out, and my other scary dreams are far to insane for me to tell anyone, you'd institutionalize me. OK so what happened in the dream...

I was at a place that was some mixture between dave's house and the mall, and there was me, joe, dave, tim, lauren, and erin. For some reason Joe had drugs, haha, even though in real life joe is a (quite rare) NON-self-righteous straight edge. He had me hold on to it, cause I had a backpack. In real life I would have refused that haha, but in the dream I didn't, so I took them, then everyone except me, for some reason. So then! a cop came, and his dog smelled the drugs, and I got arrested. Right before my trial, a crazy street performer came up to me and lauren sitting outside of the courthouse, and said to lauren, "You will die in three weeks." We said, "what?" but he ran off cackling. We went into court and I was sentenced to prison for six weeks. Mind you, I somehow had to LIVE OUT 6 weeks in my dream. which SUCKED. So then I came home, without having any contact at all with anyone I knew outside of the prison for 6 weeks, and home was was different entirely. I go into "my house" and say hello to my whole family, then say, "Hey where is lauren?" They all get this wierd look and say, "Why? You've only got two more years anyway!" And I get confused, something nudges my leg, it's my cat, my cat tells me to go to the church, I thanked my cat for this information, and walked to the church. It looked about twnety feet away, but it was dark by the time I got there. I walked into the church kitchen, and saw that to get any further I needed to climb this ten foot rock wall. In front of the call I see erin (carriero) and nathaniel trying to climb up the wall, nathaniel falls and screams, apparently has broken his arm. Erin cries frantically for me to climb up and call 911, so I go to the side of the wall where for some reason row upon row of stone kitchen chairs have been put, I clamber over those, wondering why they didn't just do that to begin with, go upstairs and see Jackie, I tell her to call 911, and she says, "Right away!" I say, "wait, do you know where lauren is?" and she grins in the most vile way, it looks like her head will split in half, and she says in an unnatural sounding voice, without moving her mouth, "Why does it matter? You've only got two years left anyway!!" I run away in horror, only to find erin (walsh) I say to her, "hello erin, you gotta help me, wierd stuff is happening." She says, "How can I help john?" I am so gratified to hear this aptitude for helping that I give her a hug, thinking I have found myself a kindred spirit in this world of madness, "Have you seen lauren, what happened three weeks ago?!" she says, "Why, You've only got two years left anyway!!" I begin to cry, I have been forsaken, then I wake up, in prison once more, and see the horrible bloodshot eyes of a raving madman, right before he brings a broken glass bottle down on my throat.

That was my dream, I woke up right after, so I've had this wierd feeling, like this isn't the real world, for the whole day. *sigh* I'm so friggin insane. Oh well. cya later!