Last night I had a dream that I was sitting in a car and some black girl walks by and gave me the strangest daja-vou. I already knew what was up but when she turned towards the car from an across-the-street distance she had already begun lifting the AK47 that was down her right side and smashed the trigger down while bullets flew towards me and the car. I dove down to the passanger seat trying to make myself flat, but at the same time I knew the gun was too strong for me to feel protected.
I guess she thought she hit me or it was just time to run but she started to flee. I could feel burning here and there but I had too much adrenillin for the pain to take hold yet and pulled my shotgun from the backseat, kicked open the door and went jogging after her. Something was seriously wrong with my leg and I couldnt walk on it or Id collapse, although it hardly hurt. I fucking caught up with her though and pulled the trigger three times I think. heh, my lucky number.
Anyway, I obliterated her knee-cap and shot her in the stomach but from a distance too far to do much eternal damage. I dont like the idea of killing, but Ill break you down if I need to. She laid on the ground while I used my shotgun as a crutch and limped over to her. She was rocking back and forth on her back while she bled and as I stood at her in that "You fucking bitch" sweating, hyberventalating stare, I dialed 911, and for the first time in jills dream history, I managed to get them on the first try.
"911. Whats your emergancy?"
"::breathe:: Hey.. I just shot some girl and she needs an abulance. I need one too. She shot me first. Bring two."
"You shot her???"
"Yeah, she had an AK47 AND SHE WAS SHOOTING AT ME IN MY CAR! I got out and shot her in the leg. IM SHOT TOO but not nearly as bad as her.. Im bleeding a lot but I think they are all grazes except for my leg. Just, bring some abulances, and cops."
By the time I got off the phone, cops were coming around the corner. I didnt give a fuck what they thought at that point, but they hoisted her in the ambulance and I stood there on my fucked up leg. It still didnt hurt like it should, but my body fucking hurt.
Suddenly, I woke up to the sound of about 4 rounds being shot off right outside my house. Some fucker keeps shooting a gun nearby but this time it was so close it woke my ass up. How coincidental. My body still ached like it did in my dream from my shitty bed and I had my knee smashed up against the wall.
When I went downstairs to eat and continue finishing the pants I began making yesterday, there was a special on the history of the machine guns.
huh
these things always happen.
I guess she thought she hit me or it was just time to run but she started to flee. I could feel burning here and there but I had too much adrenillin for the pain to take hold yet and pulled my shotgun from the backseat, kicked open the door and went jogging after her. Something was seriously wrong with my leg and I couldnt walk on it or Id collapse, although it hardly hurt. I fucking caught up with her though and pulled the trigger three times I think. heh, my lucky number.
Anyway, I obliterated her knee-cap and shot her in the stomach but from a distance too far to do much eternal damage. I dont like the idea of killing, but Ill break you down if I need to. She laid on the ground while I used my shotgun as a crutch and limped over to her. She was rocking back and forth on her back while she bled and as I stood at her in that "You fucking bitch" sweating, hyberventalating stare, I dialed 911, and for the first time in jills dream history, I managed to get them on the first try.
"911. Whats your emergancy?"
"::breathe:: Hey.. I just shot some girl and she needs an abulance. I need one too. She shot me first. Bring two."
"You shot her???"
"Yeah, she had an AK47 AND SHE WAS SHOOTING AT ME IN MY CAR! I got out and shot her in the leg. IM SHOT TOO but not nearly as bad as her.. Im bleeding a lot but I think they are all grazes except for my leg. Just, bring some abulances, and cops."
By the time I got off the phone, cops were coming around the corner. I didnt give a fuck what they thought at that point, but they hoisted her in the ambulance and I stood there on my fucked up leg. It still didnt hurt like it should, but my body fucking hurt.
Suddenly, I woke up to the sound of about 4 rounds being shot off right outside my house. Some fucker keeps shooting a gun nearby but this time it was so close it woke my ass up. How coincidental. My body still ached like it did in my dream from my shitty bed and I had my knee smashed up against the wall.
When I went downstairs to eat and continue finishing the pants I began making yesterday, there was a special on the history of the machine guns.
huh
these things always happen.
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autumnfade:
The best dream you can have is getting killed the worst-getting married (it means your end is near) at least thats what they preach in Russia says my X-Peace 
gujsel:
hi my sweety sweety friend ...how are you ??? you lack to we ...on sg ...where are you ? many many sweet kisses from me ...and have a