I had a dream that I was remodeling an old townhouse in the middle of a ghetto. I took my girlfriend with me, she was helping me with the job. So, I guess we got tired or something, we fell asleep. When I woke up in the dream, my girl was missing. I grabbed two 22 pistols that were on display, and checked to see if they were loaded then I went searching for her. When I found her, she was inside a glass box of some sort tied up and gagged. I broke her out, and then a big 500 pound black man came into the room. I pointed my 22's at him. He just laughed and said you cant do anything with those! Then he pulled out a diamond plated GLOCK. What the F*CK? O well. I shot him about 10 times and he died. We got out of the building, I couldnt find my car so we took someone elses and I was going to take my girl home then come back to finish the job for some odd reason. But I forgot to take her home. I went straight back there. On the way in, there were huge orange styrofoam pads on the telephone pole in front of a TON of abandoned cars but I couldnt figure out why. So, when I came back, some crazy hill-billy woman threw some sort of spear with razor wire attached, it wrapped around the styrofoam pad, and then it just tightened up and the pad blew up into millions of pieces & started falling down. Then I woke up.
2007-01-05
17:23:36
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