jonnyjester

"Me and my friends, Dan and Jeff, decided to go to where my kid was, Park Falls. We took, my old car, The Pony = MIA, and Jeffs car which works fine. We drove up there and met up with a bunch of our old friends (Tim,Jake,Jeb) and hung out for a while. They always seemed to kept us from going anywhere. We then find out from them that someone in the town of Park Falls wants us dead, and we try to figure out who it is. We search around, look for clues we all split up to look around and regroup back at our old house, which is a gorgeous mansion.(Although when we left it, it looked like some puked in the inside of it) Jeff, Dan and I are told about where these people could be and we decide to go check it out. We arrive at an old church, we enter this old church and see these cloaked figures at the end trying to squeeze through a door in the wall. As soon as they get threw the door, the entire Church filled with people turn and look at us. They start shouting, "Go home!" "Turn Back!" "Get Out!" yet no sound came out, All you could see was there lips moving. By this time i couldn't see Dan nor Jeff anymore, I ignored and followed said cloaked figures into threw the door. When I enetered I peeked around the corner to see Tim, Jake, and Jeb pointing a gun at me. Jake fires and misses, and i continually fake them out until they no longer can fire bullets, running them outta ammo. I then through a bottle at them, I dont know why but this corridor that they're in is littered with empty beer and liquor bottles, I follow them into a huge room, where theyre waiting to fight me. I'm like cool lets do this. We fight and its pretty brutal cause these kids are more resilient than i had expected i was giving them my best and they kept coming back for more, finally i make them run off, they dont runaway just off. Soon. like 15 minutes later, they bring an ex-cowrestler of mine, that was on my high school wrestling team to challenge me. Now this kid is a big kid, like 7fettish but he was never a good wrestler, without warnig i jump on his back and yell out, "You were never able to beat me before why do you think you can now!" I start to wrap my hands around his neck from behind and squeeze, his neck just caves, like homer does to bart. I let go and land on the floor. He just turns around and is like, "I'm not here to fight, i need to talk with you." I look to my right and he's sitting in a chair, neck all bent and squished, holding a piece of paper i sit down and start to talk with him about religion and hatred, and all these wierd things i would never expect to talk to someone i just saw after like about 5 years. When we finished he told me to leave as quickly i could. So i did. I ran outside to my car, jumped in, started it, and drove off, but one of my buds, Jake, jumped on the trunk and stuffed my muffler. For some reason they didnt want me to go, thay wanted me there, but they wanted me dead at the same time, so i got outta the car, and just yanked the first kid i could off his bike, stole his bike, and rode the bike to hwere my home was. While riding home i read the note, it says alot of thing, The creepy thing is the note coincides exactly with my bike trip home, like, it would be talking about life and generality and how theres alot of winding roads to life that its not just a straight and narrow, that sometimes I'll hit a nasty sharp turn, or curve. But every time it said something like that the road would hit a sharp turn or a winding road. until i finished the note and put it in my pocket. I then come to this bike trail filled with people. not like hundreds but like 20 little kids, i'm talking like 10-15 year olds. I'm riding diown the dirt path and i have all these kids just looking at me. The bike is riding ultra sluggishly and i cant seem to figure out why. i can feel it be difficult to pedal. It just isnt moving at all like a bike should. I get to the top of a hill, and this one kid is like, "Hey your brakes on." I look down, to see my kick stand down. It wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't for the fact the it was one of those full size kick stands that lift your back tire off the ground. man did i fell salty. So i put it up, and the kids like, "No dude, your brake," He reaches over and unlocks the hand brake on my bike, located convienently under my seat. im like, "Wow thanks kid" When I start to ride again its like a completely different feeling, it'sl ike im flying im just zooming by everything, going so fast passing people i know walking in the path and seeing opther locations I've been to before, likmy old golf course dream, and i just cruise for a while. I finally get back to wherever my home is, it was a nice homely town with large houses, and i ride through town i see a cop drive by and i see someone pulling up to the parking lot behind our garage in the other car i own that isn't running right now. i ride the bike behind my house and get off of it on the porch, letting it just fall down the stairs crushing a few soda cans on its way down. I sit in a lawn chair left on the porch, and pull out the letter. It's gone, all thats left is a slice of cheese with mustard on it."

then i wake up

Yeah i woke up feeling really sad, i hate when i can understand words and read in my dreams, whatever was said was deep, and i wish i remmbered the story because it went with the way i was riding the bike exactly, winding paths, and sudden turns, and stuff... fook, i need to have that dream again,...