I have been having the weirdest dreams lately. It is driving me nuts. My dreams are the one place where I can escape the shit that is reality and right now, they are shit too. Last night, I had this weird ass dream where I was at the gas station but with a lot of people, I think it was my best friend (Lola) and her family? Either way, it was a big group of people at this gas station. Something happened and there was about to be some big brawl or whatever so we're all just sitting around, on edge, I can't even remember what the incident was as to why we were all so angry but moving on... Some guy pulls up and I think I must've known him or something because he seemed familiar to me. He says that some bad people or a bad person was coming to hurt us or something so I go tell the family and everyone leaves. Somehow, I end up taking my sweet time, and get left behind. As I am trying to my shit together and leave, some weird pickup truck pulls in to the gas station. The owner of the gas station had called them after some juvenile delinquents were starting up shit. I'll skip ahead because there's a lot to this dream to write... The people from the truck make us play this game called "HELP or HELL." It's a more extreme game of "TRUTH or DARE" (apparently, I am creative as hell in sleep). We choose "HELP" because it sounds simple and way better than "HELL" (obviously). Some guy gets excluded automatically for some reason (lucky bastard). I can't remember some parts now but I ended up getting taken to back room and they tell me I'm giving birth to some baby thing. It was weird but I end up having a C-section and there's water and blood squirting from my belly with this baby and they're putting these plugs in and out of it, saying the baby will live to be 300 years old. I was so emotional, it was so freaking weird. I don't remember how it ended now but that was too damn much. What the fuck kind of dream? Like, what the fuck?
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February 2020
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