OMFG: the past 2 nights ive had horrible dreams.
In the first one, I was Alison Dubiot (Medium Chick...fucked if i know why) and I was on childrens play equipment in a park, and was crawling through the cylinder thing thats closed in on all sides. Only this one was in between two sets of stairs, and i, or Alison i should say, was half way through the cylinder thing, my hands and feet were sticking out the ends of the thing, im rather tall.
Then this clown handcuffs my ankle to the railing of the stairs then handcuffs my hands to the other one, then knocked me unconcious, this same process of being knocked out happened 3 times in my dream, the last time the clown had un-cuffed my ankle, meaning i could get my legs out of the cage-like thing i was in and kick the fuck out of the clown. then i woke up whilst i was kicking.
I fucking hate clowns.
Second dream: I was myself in this dream, i was at my house, holding my baby cousin, back when she was a newborn, i was walking up the driveway to get her formula to feed her, i have no idea why i was out the front, i walk into the house, my step says "theres a guy lying in the middle of the road out the front" i looks out the window, thinking its a guy from school. I hand the baby to my step mum, and i walk out the front, by this stage the guys off the road, and i see tears in his eyes, recognising him as another guy i know i ask him whats wrong, he says "don't worry" (im not the kind of person to let someone cry without trying to cheer them up) so i reply "Whats wrong Aaron?" again he says "don't worry"
then he says "My dad's dead" and embraces me whilst he cries away.
i dont want anymore freaky dreams.