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i got into a fight with my parents - or some people that i was treating like my parents, they called the cops so you and i went in a mall. getting into a fight right there, you and i were together. some guy i knew (adam, vanessas friend) grabbed my friend ahmeds foot (a guy i knew from public school) and cleanly broke it in right off. i was helping - but i was helping adam. i was fighting his friend with what seemed like bathrobe belts i fought him off. we ran and we hid in a jewellry store from security. Vanessa was looking for us too - suddenly security found adam and us ( i have no idea why we were running with adam) then vanessa ran out with security and her dad right in front of me. i grabbed her face and started wailing on her, wailing on her till my fist was encaving her skull. i can still feel he brains/blood on my palms. it was spongy and sticky, as i got up from the rage [in slow motion] i spit in her dads face. we ran after that (adam, u and i) through wal-mart. under about 30 feet of clothes under circular racks and out an exit. massive adrenaline, pure fear were my two feelings. we ran through the dark streets up an alleyway and suddenly transported into some eccentric persons apartment, this guy had one of those white wigs like beethoven and wore a purple velvet suit. he had a piano - a weird piano in a very distorted, dirty apartment - candles were i was playing it, trying not to feel the heat from the cops, my heart was beating a million times a second. the books i was playing from were somehow incriminating - pointing out that we were the perpetraitors of the atrocities from the mall. the cops saw the books, we were surrounded... nowhere to go you looked at me, crying blood (just a few tears down your cheek) and whimpered "will?" i woke up. this didn't feel like a dream- |
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What does this mean?? |
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wish i knew. the behaviour is nothing like me at all. i should talk to my elders, they'll know (maybe) or merely discard it. |
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pure fear were my two feelings. i was helping - pointing out that we were the perpetraitors of the atrocities from the mall. but i was helping adam. i fought him off. we ran through the dark streets up an alleyway and suddenly transported into some eccentric persons apartmenti got into a fight with my parents -Vanessa was looking for us too - suddenly security found adam and us ( i have no idea why we were running with adam) i can still feel he brains/blood on my palms.or some people that i was treating like my parents, getting into a fight right there, you and i were together. some guy (adam, vanessas friend) i was helping - but i was helping adam. they called the cops so you and i went in a mall. i was fighting his friend with what seemed like bathrobe belts i fought him off. i grabbed her face and started wailing on her, as i got up from the rage [in slow motion] i spit in her dads face. we ran after that (adam, u and i) through wal-mart. under about 30 feet of clothes under circular racks and out an exit. wailing on her till my fist was encaving her skull.i knew i spit in her dads face it was spongy and sticky, massive adrenaline, grabbed my friend ahmeds foot (a guy i knew from public school) and cleanly broke it in right off. we ran through the dark streets up an alleyway and suddenly transported into some eccentric persons apartment, he had a piano - a weird piano in a very distorted, dirty apartment - candles were i was playing it, trying not to feel the heat from the cops, the books i was playing from were somehow incriminating -we ran and we hid in a jewellry store from security. then vanessa ran out with security and her dad right in front of me. the cops saw the books, we were surrounded... |
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i had a dream the other day where i was walking through a shopping centre and saw david bowie with a massive metal rack which contained lots of paintings and doodles and writing of mine and he started reading things out and mocking me for being angsty and then I made some comments to indicate I had seen his paintings and they were a lot shitter, and then he looked at some more of my paintings and started to be impressed and we went for a pint |
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