Alright. I don't like my dreams very much right now. I suppose they're trying to tell me something. All of them had her in them. In some way or another. So the first one that I can remember is with Lindsey Overby. Of all people, why the fuck her? What the hell? That's so weird. I went to elementary school with her and junior high and since then I haven't seen her except when she goes into Blockbuster. Not to mention, we aren't even friends or enemies! But I think I know why she was in my dream. I use to be all obsessive over her in elementary school. I wanted to be just like her because I thought she was beautiful and she was one of the "popular" kids. LoL. It's rather humerous now that I think about it. So like I saw her somewhere and we just started talking. I don't remember what she was talking about but she said something about NYC and how she loved it there and wish she could go back or whatever. And in my head I was like, "Fuck, everyone who use to live in NY loves NY and wish they had stayed." And I just gave her a frown and walked off all sad because I started thinking about her. But I don't remember what I was thinking! It had something to do with her and NY, obviously! Alright. And then I looked over and Lindsey was crying and shit spilling her guts out to a guy. Then I realized just how fucked up she is.

Alright. My next dream both were not fun. So like in one of them I was living in a RV or something, and my "protector" was a jock in a horse race. And for some reason, the RV was on the track the horses run on. But ummm, lets seee, suddenly there's this guy there and he kept us hostage. I watched as my "protector" faded away. We were like all scared and shit. The guy caressed my ass and I almost fell to the ground because of the overwhelming helplness and pleasure I felt from just that fucking touch. She was telling me that I have control over this. To just snap out of it. But he just kept touching me, and I kept on losing myself. But then I had to pee. So I went to the bathroom to pee and she came with me..but it was like a potty pee bed. I don't know. Don't ask. The guy came in and started touching me and stuff. And then it skipped over to me living in my house that looked like where I lived in the RV but it also looked like my house. Okay, there's one room that looked like my house and that was my parents room. So yet another guy sneaks into our house and we're like held fucking hostage again and he's trying to like molest us. Ohh, I remembered something. Back to the RV one. While we were driving along on the race track, we saw dead bodies of females and that's what got us scared. Yep yep. Alright. Back to the other, so he's in our house and has us hostage. He wasn't as bad as the other guy. I suppose he was more "gentle." Maybe it was the same dream. Yeah. It was the same dream. Okay. So where's on the potty peeing bed, we're laying on the bed pretending that we're peeing still...(don't ask)....and he walks in her and grabs each one of our nipples. And I'm like.."Fuck, fuck, fuck" That feels good but I hate the fact that it feels good. And he can see it in my eyes so he like leaves her on the bed and takes me and I'm like all wet and shit and he's about to finger me...and I wake up.

No, I don't. Suddenly, that dream fades and I'm at Blockbuster with my parents, we're renting movies and I see him. He shows the person behind the counter his blockbuster card and I'm like, "that's fucking fake." Oh yeah. Fuck. I left so much out of the dream. It's cause I'm trying to type fast cause I'm about to leave. When he was in the house, we made plans to distract him so I could go get the gun in my dad's room. And yeah, but we ended up locking him out of the house ....

to be continued.....

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