parked at a fast food restaurant and went in to eat. just ordered my food when there was an earthquake. i left the motorcycle in the parking lot and went to a friend's house. i looked at old copies of his zines, then realized i had no money or id, so i went back to the motorcycle. pow! a noise like popping a large plastic bag. i was shot. nobody knew where i was as i lay in the street in an unknown city, bleeding to death. |
But, as I don't I am not that kind, I can only ask the juvenile question: Was it a Harley? |
i'm glad i don't have/drive a motorcycle. there was a large part of the dream that i didn't post that much that mostly came true. eerie. |
someone i know is dead. motorcycle accident. on friday the 13th. i'm going to check out the area where he died before i see my boyfriend tomorrow. if anything else happens that at all resembles this dream, i swear i will go fucking CRAZY. and you'll never hear from me again. |
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if so what gives? |
I feel so uninformed. |
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my life has taken a major turn for the more complicated since sunday night. it's not like he's really my boyfriend, he introduces me as his friend pez and is like six years older. the skyland pub looks EXACTLY like the fast food joint in my dream. i'm afraid that someone else will die soon. but who? |
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the boy/friend. or whatever he'd be? i'll assume. he's the editor of mr. ridiculous. james squeaky. incredibly nice person. he's not the only that has decided that i'm terribly cute, apparently. it's strange. i swear off boys because i can't find one and less than a week later they're chasing me everywhere. life is weird. |
apparently there was a shooting somewherein prote prte pdx today and a bank robbery. i'll need to check out the details because this is getting really creepy. |
at least, not yet. did i ever tell you about my WW3 & second holocaust dream? |
pez's boyfriend thing said this. now i fear kinkos more than ever. |
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