i was stuck in 80s movies.
there was some sort of plot to kill some girl. she had a horse. we waited for the killers inside. david spade was in one of the movies, and the critics gave him bad reviews.
later, i was driving my car (a black camaro) at night in a horrible rainstorm. i think i was getting lost, and it was flooding.
1.21.2004
1.19.2004
my dreams were all sorts of screwed up last night.
i remember a torn prom dress (except it was actually my old orchestra dress), and a guy i was surprised to find wanted to go to some sort of fancy function (not the prom) with me. i was happy to know in advance so i could get an actual dress this time. apparently, it was also something we were supposed to wear masks to, and i had made one with crayons and banner paper. it was just a smiley face.
there was also a retarded guy that had a branch with dead bats tied to it. he kept poking me with it, and he was really beginning to bother me. i kept trying to be nice because of his mental status.
i remember a torn prom dress (except it was actually my old orchestra dress), and a guy i was surprised to find wanted to go to some sort of fancy function (not the prom) with me. i was happy to know in advance so i could get an actual dress this time. apparently, it was also something we were supposed to wear masks to, and i had made one with crayons and banner paper. it was just a smiley face.
there was also a retarded guy that had a branch with dead bats tied to it. he kept poking me with it, and he was really beginning to bother me. i kept trying to be nice because of his mental status.
1.12.2004
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