weirdest friggin dream. and i feel the need to write it all down or else i'll loose it forever!
yeah. im pretty screwed up in the head or something....
i was a drug dealer. and i was pretty high up on the food chain too. not anything like a drug lord or something. more like... a middle man. well, one day one of my female drug pusher underlings gets all huffy at me and decides she wants to get revenge on me by distroying the coke she was suppose to sell by baking it into doughnuts, maple suryp, pancakes, and all sorts of morning goodies like that. well, it distroyed the effect of the drug. i show it to my boss who gets pissed off, and i vow to kill her.
going to her house, i go throught the back door. i sneak around and dont see her. eventually i hear a nock on the front door. i goto investigate and i see a large silloutte aganst the door looking out the peek hole to see whos nocking. suddenly who's ever on the other side shoots the peek hole where the person was looking and *FLUMP* down goes a body. it turns out to be a kid. and the door opens and its my lacky. we behin to search the house for the woman... but we cant find her at all. eventually i find a closet, open it up and there she is. but she attacks me. kiccking. screaming. scratching. and biting. eventually i can hold her away from me while my lacky takes her out with a shotgun.
i know the cops would be all over this, and we left evidence. so i call my lacky over and tell him to get a cleanning crew over here. in the mean time - i work on cleaning all evidence that i was there. just as i was finnishing, the girls mom comes in. and she knows me. but the place looks nice - so she doesnt question anything. she wax just going to drop a box off and go, but she ends up staying around, despite my best efforts to ask her to leave. eventually the cleanning crew arives...
while they do their thing i realize i have to take the mother out as well...and then i also realize that the cops wont believe a thing unless it all looks like an accident. so just as i was giving another order to my lackies, i woke up wondering what the fuck?
first off... no. i never killed anyone in my life. and two... i never did drugs of any sort. it must be those mobster movies i like, influencing me.
yeah. im pretty screwed up in the head or something....
i was a drug dealer. and i was pretty high up on the food chain too. not anything like a drug lord or something. more like... a middle man. well, one day one of my female drug pusher underlings gets all huffy at me and decides she wants to get revenge on me by distroying the coke she was suppose to sell by baking it into doughnuts, maple suryp, pancakes, and all sorts of morning goodies like that. well, it distroyed the effect of the drug. i show it to my boss who gets pissed off, and i vow to kill her.
going to her house, i go throught the back door. i sneak around and dont see her. eventually i hear a nock on the front door. i goto investigate and i see a large silloutte aganst the door looking out the peek hole to see whos nocking. suddenly who's ever on the other side shoots the peek hole where the person was looking and *FLUMP* down goes a body. it turns out to be a kid. and the door opens and its my lacky. we behin to search the house for the woman... but we cant find her at all. eventually i find a closet, open it up and there she is. but she attacks me. kiccking. screaming. scratching. and biting. eventually i can hold her away from me while my lacky takes her out with a shotgun.
i know the cops would be all over this, and we left evidence. so i call my lacky over and tell him to get a cleanning crew over here. in the mean time - i work on cleaning all evidence that i was there. just as i was finnishing, the girls mom comes in. and she knows me. but the place looks nice - so she doesnt question anything. she wax just going to drop a box off and go, but she ends up staying around, despite my best efforts to ask her to leave. eventually the cleanning crew arives...
while they do their thing i realize i have to take the mother out as well...and then i also realize that the cops wont believe a thing unless it all looks like an accident. so just as i was giving another order to my lackies, i woke up wondering what the fuck?
first off... no. i never killed anyone in my life. and two... i never did drugs of any sort. it must be those mobster movies i like, influencing me.
I want a lackey too!
1) everyone's computer desk says something about that person. what does yours say about you?
Well....not a whole lot since techincly this isnt my computer