suenos!

this blog is from my other site back in december about this ... freaky dream i had.





last night i had the freakiest dream ever. i wuz in this castle and there wuz this opera house or something. me and a bunch of friends were like competing for this role. and the director person is like my aunt or something, but i dont even know her O____o and then my mom comes to pick me up, shes like in this.. medieval queen outfit. wtf. and we jumped off the fucking tower. and didnt die! so then yeah we were walking in the DARKDARKDARK streets. which is weird cuz it wuz like day time. and then i think we were like in uh garfield and stuff or something. and we past this resturant and my moms not in the medieval queen outfit anymore. and suddenly im like 10 years old. so she passes the resturant and she goes back to it like hmm u wanna eat here? im like uh okay. then we get there and its closed. so we walk back the other way. then she decides to go to this other resturant the opposite way. so im like AGHHHH! and so we're walking, and then this guy comes up to us. we ignore him and he gets pissed. he pulls out a gun and shoots us. suddenly my mom turns into like one of my friends. and liek yeah we try dogding the bullets hoping it'd run out but he wuz loaded =// and he shot me like 5 times and the other kid 3 times. and its like. on the back of my leg, on my thigh, on my stomach twice, and on my chest. and im like mad bleeding. and it hurts so much and i cant breathe. and im juz sitting there leaning on the glass cuz we're like in front of a store and its so uncomfortable. which is weird becuz who the fuck wud care about comfort when ur shot like 5 fucking times?!!! so my friend levels him[her?]self down and sits on the floor. and i chew over whether or not i shud do the same but then again [he? she?][...okay. IT] wuz shot only 3 times and i wuz shot 5. so... i slowly slowly gravitated myself down and sat on the floor with the broken glass and leaned there waiting to die. or atleast til the ambulence comes. the cops came and chased the guy down but im still fucking lying there bleeding to death staring at my bullet wounds. and then i hear the sirens and its the fucking firetrucks and im like -.-!!!!!!!! WHY THE FUCK WUD A FIRETRUCK BE HERE WHEN THERS NO FUCKING FIRE OR ANYTHING TRAPPED ANYWHERE?!?!??! AND WHY DOES A FUCKING FIRETRUCK GET HERE FASTER THAN THE AMBULENCE?!?!? so i wait longer and it gets here only its like the size of half a reular car... and i wuz crammed in it with that other kid too. and like. the door doesnt fucking close so its juz the night wind fucking blowing on my bullet wounds and they wanna fucking put anticeptics and alcohal on my wounds without painkillers or SHIT. and im juz like R U FUCKING KIDDING ME?! and then after that it kinda broke down and im like oh i have to pee. so they stop and we go in this store thingie and its restroom is like rly dimly lit. and i try all the switches and it turns one of the sirens on and im like O____o but i juz run into the stall and do my business and this fucking bitchyass lady comes in and shes in her uniform and shes like who the fuck pulled the alarm?! and im like oh sryy i bumped into it. and she starts cussing at me. so i fucking cuss her back. and its rly weird cuz the stalls r low and u can see ppl. so... yeah we cuss at her and she leaves. and then fucking... my wounds heal but they leave scars. and this guy shows up in my dream >< ckjashfiuasyifshkjshdiufysiysss!! and hes like in the stall across from mine and i show him my scars and i dont fucking know why cuz my pants were still down. and like. yeahhh fuck i pull my pants back up and flush. and i wake up. WTFFFFF. i wuz like o_________________________Oi never ever ever want the same dream again.