12.3.05
Ah! I had a weeird dream last night. This one senior at school was at Jewel Osco, and so was I. He came in all drunk and stoned and tried to steal an M&Ms packet and the workers were all like "Hey, man. Put that down, we saw you and you can't get away with it." And then he was acting all cool and then saw me and told me to get to the wall, as he pulled out a gun. Then he told everyone to just get off his back or he'd shoot me. And no one moved, and still me shot me. Or well, I heard a bang, my leg started to hurt and I went down screaming for help.
Then Lonzio popped out of nowhere and the senior guy just vanished. Supposedly, as Alonzo said, I was okay and wasn't shot. But man, all that was going through my head was like "Not like, can't go like this. God help me."
It was just really creepy. I never have violent dreams and that one was an eye-opener for me. I didn't like it. And with me, I do believe that dreams hold a key to future because something similar happened to my Grandmum. She dreamt of her eldest daughter coming into her room and not talking to her, just ignoring her, as Grandmum tried to hold some sort of convo. And then, two days later, she got the news that Sue, the eldest daughter, had died in her sleep.
And then there's the whole Romeo & Juliet thing too. Okay, yeah, I know it's just a story, but you can't deny dreams foretelling the future and all that. I'm just shaky right now. It crept me. . . out. . .
tea is served @ 9:49 a. m.
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