Had a dream just now. I was in my house, and a child hood friend (now grown) came over to demand a tribute. So he had me wear a big chain until I paid him. I am not a subservient person, so I choked him with the chain and he died. I threw his body into a dumpster in my neighborhood and then later was so worried I was going to be caught. Was going over all the ways I could not get caught. Then a little girl comes to my door selling beads. Then there is a giant rally in my neighborhood with gangs of people and police. Then this guy I killed, his friends come over and they were huge and had leather jackets like bikers. I knew they were going to kill me. I made my way to the roof of the house and made a scene to get the crowd angry, so I could escape these guys.
Then a csi like team was going through my house, they started to ask me questions, and I told them I wanted an attorney. I couldnt find my brother who was living with me. I was talking to a cop counselor and she was nice to me but thought my name was will and not john, she kept trying to fill out my paperwork with the name Will. I told her that we have to find my brother in the house so we looked around and we walked into a back bathroom and she said oh John, and there was my brother murdered in the bathtub underwater with his throat slit. It was so real I could feel his rubber skin and smell the urine on the floor.
Its 4 am. I never write on these boards like this. God I hate dreaming.
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