A STORY OF TWO DREAMS
1. My co-defendant and I were trying to get away. We thought we found refuge in a stairwell but as we tried to climb it, it shifted and twisted with every step. We still made it to the top and bloody handprint on the window shutter nonwithstanding, we had a nice rest.
The next morning though, the stairwell had reverted to normal and the police had found us. My partner and I spit up to get away, and beyond that, I split myself to further increase the chances of some escape. They had assault vehicles and grenade launchers trained on the tower, but what was left of me, somehow, got away.
I went back to my life, within the happy ghetto.
We had brought a horse for the dogs to be friends with, and a (goat) kid to be friends with the horse. The waitress laughed at us when we thought we might be enough for her, she had multi-colored and sparkly band-aids symmetrically places on various parts of her body.
2. While visiting Arlington, I found my way to H-B. It was dilapidated but still standing. Standing in the lower field, I thought I might be in a dream, so I tried flying and succeeded in doing it. That didn't mean I could escape the dream. I went inside of the schoolhouse to see if my signature was still on the wall but I remembered that they had erased it shortly after I put it there.
The walls were all crumbling and overgrown with greenery anyway.
People of all ages still seemed to be going to school there.
I went into the auditorium and yelled RIP Mike Demick!! but my voice wasn't half as loud and as confident as I wanted it to be. I exited through the attached lower level where I made out with someone for the first time and later watched Tetsuo: The Iron Man during an after school event. It was time for the dream to end, my sister was taking my family to lunch.
Bupropion is a hell of a drug.
