so the last time i had disturbing dreams, it was about my mom falling off a cliff and twitching at the bottom and me being involved in an death movie set with people being killed and hung like animals on meat hooks. it was at that point that i realized i needed to get out of the middle of certain gay people’s problems and let me live my life.
well, i think i’m at that point that screams “DO SOMETHING TO CHANGE YOUR SITUATION” once again.
last night i dreamt that i was at someone’s house setting up their VCR to play friday the 13th continuously. some other people were there, like my grandma, mom, aunt meg, kevin (who knows why they were there). suddenly, my cousin matt bursts in the door with a crazed look and a huge kitchen knife in his hand. he kills everyone but me, then chases me around the house with this huge knife, even cuts my arm. i remember being terrified in my dream. finally i somehow got him on the ground with me standing and i ended up kicking him over and over on his stomach til he finally let go of the knife, which i took. then i stabbed him in the back. take that, freddy krueger!
i need a new job, pronto.