110109: Dream001.

So this is kind of late, but I had a bad dream..

I was at home, in San Bernardino, but all my friends everywhere were in there. And I guess this was their moment to meet each other, and my parents. So I guess Stina doesn't like me (in my dream) and while I'm sitting on the stairs, I hear a dog bark. I wonder when my neighbor got a dog and why it's so close to my house, because it sounds so loud. Then I see the HUUGE dog sniffing my boot (trying to find my scent, but probably smells the throw up from when Rio yaked all over my boots). It moves on, looking for my scent. I go upstairs to find my mom and tell her there's a dog in the house. I find myself in a room, close the door behind me because the dog followed me. It begins to try to knock down the door. I have to hold the door up against it. After fighting with it for about ten minutes, it leaves. I go downstairs and my house is cleared. That's when I knew it was a prank. A dirty, dirty prank. My brothers and I are pissed. Dis-re-fucking-spected.

So I grab my car keys to go to Stina's house. As we're walking outside, I hear voices. My breathing quickens, my pace slows. I thought people stuck around to make sure I got punked good. Turns out it's a group of people waiting for their ride...and they're my friends from SB. So I go up to them, and one of them is my best friend. He's laughing. I yell at him. I hit him like crazy. Then I woke up.

I don't like big dogs...