i had the most fucked up dream last night. let me share:
Im asleep in the dream, and I get woken up by a phone call. Its a friend, I cant remember who because they woke me up and they ask me if I want to come out but I say no so they ask me if I would at least open my window a little bit so that somebody would be cooler. So I opened my window and went back to sleep, until I wake up the next morning because Im cold and I get up to shut my window and theres one of those gas-nozzlehozes going up to my window and the gas nozzle itself is sitting on my windowsill and I look at the window and say oh fuck because I look outside and I see a bunch of dead bodies down on the ground so I run downstairs and I find out what happened--a bunch of people had a party and they were drinking gasoline (I still dont know how/why they wanted to come into my room) and only like two people survived, neither of which I know, and Im talking to them about what happened and why they wanted to come into my room but they (it was 2 girls) dont know. Then I ask who was at the party and they start listing off people and Im just like geez and then they say grant and I realize that my friend grant was there and I say wait a minute. Grants dead? and they say yes and I am in shock for a minute. When I come out of shock everybodys gone and Im sitting in my room alone and grants standing there and I get up and I go and hug him and I say I know you cant hear me, but I love you. he shrugs and starts to disappear and I wake up.
also, i gave my yummy bartender an SG sticker. hopefully he checks it out, i'm gonna get the SG word out in central pa, yo.
take care everybody. i'm home now, and it's snowing like a banchi, as my sister would say.
Im asleep in the dream, and I get woken up by a phone call. Its a friend, I cant remember who because they woke me up and they ask me if I want to come out but I say no so they ask me if I would at least open my window a little bit so that somebody would be cooler. So I opened my window and went back to sleep, until I wake up the next morning because Im cold and I get up to shut my window and theres one of those gas-nozzlehozes going up to my window and the gas nozzle itself is sitting on my windowsill and I look at the window and say oh fuck because I look outside and I see a bunch of dead bodies down on the ground so I run downstairs and I find out what happened--a bunch of people had a party and they were drinking gasoline (I still dont know how/why they wanted to come into my room) and only like two people survived, neither of which I know, and Im talking to them about what happened and why they wanted to come into my room but they (it was 2 girls) dont know. Then I ask who was at the party and they start listing off people and Im just like geez and then they say grant and I realize that my friend grant was there and I say wait a minute. Grants dead? and they say yes and I am in shock for a minute. When I come out of shock everybodys gone and Im sitting in my room alone and grants standing there and I get up and I go and hug him and I say I know you cant hear me, but I love you. he shrugs and starts to disappear and I wake up.
also, i gave my yummy bartender an SG sticker. hopefully he checks it out, i'm gonna get the SG word out in central pa, yo.
take care everybody. i'm home now, and it's snowing like a banchi, as my sister would say. VIEW 6 of 6 COMMENTS
lots of sg love from michigan to pennsylvania.
take care, homey.