So I had this fucked up dream once
where I went to a pretty broken down house
full of shades of greens, blues, blacks, greys, whites, browns
and we were smoking weed on the couch
but In Dreams I have never felt this kind of sensation
where something bad and horrible that is represented in my dream
is about to show up and somehow harm me.
The house was always focused on a couch
and all of a sudden this dirty whore of a person
comes up to me, and I can sense right away that this man
is going to fucking sink his claws into me and do anything he wants
I RUN FUCKING FAR. fast as light can go, but they doesn't too be fast enough!
I go through different stages, bars, schools, karaoke bars, not being able to stop
for even ten seconds with my friends...it was hectic shit.
I eventually find myself at the couch again...and there are more people this time. They
stare at me and start following me wherever I went. I decided to leave
and I found myself on Yonge St.
I had really thought about this dream with much consequence...but it seems too
real to put down. I had gotten my first taste of this lecherous scum...I thought it was the last
time I would have to sense him again...
It happened again last night.
I swirled into my dreams, and this time It was kind of set up like clockwork Orange. Me and my friend had broken into a house and instead of raping people there were already people having sex.... things are representative in my dreams and with my emotions in real life. In my dream my friend was the one having felatio....I really needed to leave and he wouldnt, just like so many real situations that have happened. I was also the one who was not having any. The house was nice, Hardwood floors, green trees in the living room, couches. But legs were
extended beyond proportion and things blurred up.
Then like a demon, he..this time a transvestite woman with the same face, popped up and started chasing me. And at the same time he tried adding me of facebook, msn, etc...I think this is some indication of how these things are all affecting me and molding me and my brain. I am constantly thinking of living off the grid...but from my personality I have loads of dependancy on things.
I was free eventually from this disease ridden piece of shit and I woke up.
If I see him again, Im going to go out to it and shove a 56 inch blade of rune up his asshole.
I hope I learn from these interpretations.
