*on my deathbed*
nurse: do you have any last words
me: i………..regret……being so……m…..mean………and heartless…………….
*the light goes out of my eyes*
*a small piece of paper falls out of my hand*
*the paper says one word only*
I had a dream I was staying at someone’s house with some friends. Chillin’ out, maxin’ relaxing all cool then I get this phone call from a woman, “You have been infected, Jared. You are going to die…” Before she could finish I hung up the phone in a panic, trying to decipher what she meant. I sat there trying to figure this out, when this evil little girls mangled face starts frantically charging at me. I freaked and ran into another room, waking my friend explaining what just happened in her living room. I explained the call I had received and the face, she knew the story before I even finished it. She says,”She didn’t call you, you called her.” “The fuck I did!?” Then I ran back to the living room. Trying to explain to the rest of the people there that I wasn’t crazy. No one believed me so we started chanting and screaming, “PROVE IT, PROVE IT, PROVE IT, SHOW YOURSELF BITCH.” The living room floor swung open and gust of wind flew through the room. Then I woke up sweating balls with the overwhelming feeling that I was actually going to die. The weird thing is, the last two nightmares I’ve had now, have both involved this girl I went to high school with but haven’t spoken to in years. WTF?
i’m that friend that has to walk behind the others when the sidewalk doesn’t fit a group of three
I think about this post a lot