Function Of Life

Diary Of My Dreams

Thursday, 03 July 2008
Ghosts

We were in some abandoned psychiatric hospital at night, who knows what we were doing there. I was wondering around, knewing where everything was. There was this ivy covered basketball course from one of my dreams. Then out of nowhere some Jason Vorhees/Michael Myers appears. It was like watching a movie, you could stop everything or rewind, but you were actually in it. I grab a chainsaw from somewhere, like it's gonna work, try it anyways... the guy was moving really slow, like he was knowing I'm not gonna make it. I finally start it up and almost shove it into his chest , but he gets scared and backs away, then the chainsaw dies again. I don't know how that thing ended.

I was back in highscool, and apparently I wasn't exactly known for my regular attendance. But I thought I finished highscool, damnit! So I go to one class, have no idea what it is. They say, hey, here's your regular seat. Someone else was sitting there. Then they hand out these reports, instead of grades, all mine said was "aaaaaaa", "You've got some things left to do.", said the teacher rather calmly. Then some shit went down, I can't remember what, but it was bad. So one of my schoolmates says, "What if I'm dreaming?" I said, "Just trace your steps how you got here." Then I remember, I could be dreaming. I try to figure out how I got there, can't remember. Holy crap, I'm dreaming! I just remember walking around after that.

We were walking around the city, it begins to rain. It was raining like a motherfucker. Worse than that movie rain by a factor somewhat of a billion. I found this roof and it was like the happiest day of my life. Then we went to follow some spies and I was fly jumping across the town until I landed in some fields of grass. A group of kids comes out, then another one comes to fight them and yet another one kills them both or something. They take me with them, I'm lying in front of this office desk. Some kid was writing a Harry Potter story. Get this, she had a pen embedded in my thigh. All the way through. I never even realized until she pulled the chain and yanked it out. "Why the fuck are you doing this stupid story anyway?" It was stinging quite a bit and it's probably gonna get infected.

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