Thursday, November 21, 2002

I had a dream last night...well... more along the lines of a nightmare.
Ok so I'm out in my backyard and it's a sunny day. Buddy and Tristan are with me and we're just chilling, hanging out...what not, and all of a sudden a huge ass teddy bear falls out of the sky and is alive. It was like an eight foot version of the snuggles bear. Then another falls out of the sky but is a little smaller [about my height]. We're all hanging out and playing tag and stuff like that... and the big bear, Buddy and I were over near the monkey bars. but the monkey bars were different.. the metal was all intricate and was twisting around and had lots of loops so it looked like vines. Then all of a sudden Buddy and I were up close to the metal post and some of the viney metal pieces started unwraveling as if it had come to life. I was like whoa!! WTF! Not supposed to happen, because it's metal. Metal doesn't move damnit! I look at Buddy questioningly and say Why is everything so trippy all of a sudden?! and he looks me straight in the eye and is like Because you're in my acid trip bucko. and I f r e a k out. I run inside and see tristan standing in the middle of a dark room. The room is empty with nothing but a small wood table to the side. I started to go balistic, telling tristan that Buddy is on acid and that it's so horrible and I don't know what to do. I started crying and just kept on talking and talking. Tristan was like bianca, calm down! Buddy's fine. he was stroking my arms and was trying to calm me down. I threw my hands in the air and shot him a look, like, how can you say that he's fine?! and Buddy came into the room and stood next to Tristan. All of a sudden, Buddy was fine and trisatn was the one that was fucked up.. but he was drunk. I stepped back away from them until my back was against the table. The two of them stepped a little closer to me. I felt like they were ganging up on me or something. I was hysterically crying and was screaming at them, and begging them to get better. They just stood there. I grabbed the bottle of vodka out of his hand and was desperate to do something. Anything. He was just standing there watching me cry because he was drunk and he couldn't feel my pain. I wanted him to feel my pain, so out of reflex, or something...I threw the glass bottle at him and it hit him on the chest and broke into pieces. he's shoulder was bleeding and he started flipping out. He bent down and grabbed the half bottle that was left on the ground. The edges were sharp. He looked at me with such anger in his eyes and started running towards me with the sharp piece of glass ready to strike. I was screaming and crying and hid under the table. Buddy also went under the desk, though only for a second. Tristan was trying to slice me witht he glass, and was struggling to fit under the table. I kept pushing my way farther and farther away from him.

then I woke up.

Bianca
6:06 PM