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Monday, June 25, 2012
dreams pt 1 @ 11:47 PM

Well let me just start by saying... I can have some weird ass dreams.

Last night My family and I went to Peru. There I met a doctor who was just as bitter and cynical as I am. We began to talk and I told him about someone I loved. When he asked me to describe the love I couldn't, (what a surprise)because like always I was having trouble express my feelings. So I told him: "I would take a bullet for him at a heartbeat. No hesitation."
The doctor seemed to stare off looking outside a window when my dream shifted. Now I was in a clinic with the same doctor and a staff. There was a woman there too who wanted to shoot my loved one for some reason. I got her attention with insults and she turned no me shooting me trying to kill me. I was jumping on the roof, and moving crazy fast desperately trying to avoid her. I realized that the only way to defeat her would be to actually fight her, so I jumped off and landed in front of her. I hit her with an uppercut and she stumbled backwards and shot me straight in the thigh. I punched her face, and grabbed the gun from her. As she threw her hands up in surrender I shot her in the chest.
My dad arrived at the clinic and after the doctor had bandaged me up(but for some reason didn't remove the bullet) they took me away.

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