I just woke up, and I remember my dream vividly..
I was in some state up north with family and we were all getting loaded; Lots of alcohol. But, I didn't have any drinks. I had a coke.
My aunt was a lawyer, my older brother was in law school, and my little brother was in high school -- this is not my real family.
So it takes place at a party at some house. There were a lot of people. And I drove off into the streets, and apparently I wasn't driving with full attention, and I hit a man. I killed him. I wasn't really panicking because people don't go to prison for this; only if they're drunk, right? So anyway, I called my dad to help me pick up the body, and load it into the car so I can bring it back to the house and call the police. We put him on this table, and something hit his leg and broke it. So now it really looks like I hit a man with a car. But his leg started to get swollen. It began to pulsate with like a fire-red, and it would get bigger, and smaller. I thought it was oscillating in size because of his heart, but wasn't he dead? It got too bid, and blood sprayed out of his pores, like tiny hoses.
I then called the police and told them to get over, cause we have a dead man. The police came and took the body and EVERYONE in the house to the local prison.
They spoke to us all, but me. So the head guy of the prison called me, and the son of another kid. He stood us in a corner and told us to hold three cards each, as if we were supposed to do something. He then burnt all his three cards, and told the other kid to burn all three, and told me to burn two, except for one. These cards had music on them -- Beethoven. So the man walked away and told the kid to come with him.
"Hey!" I yell at the man and kid.
"Yes?" he replies.
"What do I do, just stay here?" I ask the prison man.
"Yup. You're going to stay here." he replied.
He told me to stay, as in I'm never going to leave the prison. I freaked out, and begged for a trial. I even asked my aunt and brother, and they told me I was hopeless. I saw my dad writing checks for my staying or something, and he says, "See, now everyone stay in school, ok? Or, you'll end up like your brother here."
That dream was awesome.
I was in some state up north with family and we were all getting loaded; Lots of alcohol. But, I didn't have any drinks. I had a coke.
My aunt was a lawyer, my older brother was in law school, and my little brother was in high school -- this is not my real family.
So it takes place at a party at some house. There were a lot of people. And I drove off into the streets, and apparently I wasn't driving with full attention, and I hit a man. I killed him. I wasn't really panicking because people don't go to prison for this; only if they're drunk, right? So anyway, I called my dad to help me pick up the body, and load it into the car so I can bring it back to the house and call the police. We put him on this table, and something hit his leg and broke it. So now it really looks like I hit a man with a car. But his leg started to get swollen. It began to pulsate with like a fire-red, and it would get bigger, and smaller. I thought it was oscillating in size because of his heart, but wasn't he dead? It got too bid, and blood sprayed out of his pores, like tiny hoses.
I then called the police and told them to get over, cause we have a dead man. The police came and took the body and EVERYONE in the house to the local prison.
They spoke to us all, but me. So the head guy of the prison called me, and the son of another kid. He stood us in a corner and told us to hold three cards each, as if we were supposed to do something. He then burnt all his three cards, and told the other kid to burn all three, and told me to burn two, except for one. These cards had music on them -- Beethoven. So the man walked away and told the kid to come with him.
"Hey!" I yell at the man and kid.
"Yes?" he replies.
"What do I do, just stay here?" I ask the prison man.
"Yup. You're going to stay here." he replied.
He told me to stay, as in I'm never going to leave the prison. I freaked out, and begged for a trial. I even asked my aunt and brother, and they told me I was hopeless. I saw my dad writing checks for my staying or something, and he says, "See, now everyone stay in school, ok? Or, you'll end up like your brother here."
That dream was awesome.
carniecombat:
you need 2 start watching little mermaid or something happy before you go to bed. just reading that it freaked me out.
you need 2 start watching little mermaid or something happy before you go to bed. just reading that it freaked me out.