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kryptic-krab · 5 years ago

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oh! and also, I had a nightmare with jackson and lisa in it. coincidentally, it took place in my grandma's house. I remember it a lot more vividly than the other one.

it begins with me in the basement, and generally everything had a red tone to it (idk why, it's just how it was) and jackson was hiding in the gun cabinet (the door was open for some reason? it's probably not that deep, but now that I think about it; it may represent the time my grandma and my dad had an argument over what was real and what wasn't. she was paranoid that the Bastard Who Shall Not Be Named was stealing her guns so she wanted my dad to add more locks to the door, but my dad refused because He was in either a nursing home or jail I can't remember) and jackson was insisting for me to hide before He (a different He) comes, so i did. I hung my shirt on this weird clothing rack that was right by the stairs and then this big, cleaver wielding, hockey masked fatherfucker busted the door down. i remember how heavy his boots were walking down the steps. once he made it the bottom, he made a straight beeline towards jackson, grabbed him and dragged his ass upstairs. you can guess what happened to him. I went upstairs briefly, but chickened out. next thing I knew, it was day two, but instead of jackson, lisa was there. she was hiding under this wooden table while i went to same spot. we never interacted from what I remember. thonk thonk thonk, time to snatch up a lalisa manoban. same stuff (probably) went down to her. bUT this time, i committed to going up and escaping. or not, because when I went upstairs, i went to the front door, but then sprinted to my room (or the room i slept in when I stayed overnight) and shut the door. i squeezed myself behind this ground shelf and slapped my hand over my mouth. day three commences(to clarify, day switches come out of nowhere. dream me just knows that it's a new day.) this lady comes in, she looks like a grown, steampunk-esque, little sister from bioshock telling me to hide in-between the bed and the wall, so I do. the thonkfucker comes thonking in outta nowhere and starts TEARING down the room looking for me. my stuffies, clothes, just everything was on the floor. after his rage fit, he left the room and so did I not too long after.

and holy shid the living room was WILD.

it was a whole ass ballroom. people were dancing that ballroom dance while laughing psychotically, heads strewn up on the wall, guts n blood just everywhere. the scene looked like an edgy art peice from devianart. so I was like "hA gotta blast" so that's what I did. for some reason, no one acknowledged me. until, of course, last second. and can you guess who it is? that's right! thonkfucker! thank god the walk to the car wasn't long, and somehow I

1.) had the keys

2.) knew how to drive

so I hopped into the car and drove off with thonkfucker waving around his cleaver like bubba sawyer.

note: im super tired, so that's why my story telling is trash here.

note note: it's a dream, none of it makes sense in the first place

note note note: i do not have a personal vendetta against jackson or lisa. they're just the unfortunate victims to my strange subconscious. I don't even know why they're there, im not a blink nor aghase.

(last one I swear): I will not go into detail about what happened at the house to be constantly having dreams about it, and no, I will not tell you about Him.

What’s the most realistic dream you’ve ever had with an idol? I’m curious lmao

Mine was that I was hanging out with Got7’s Mark and it was so realistic to the point that when I woke up I thought

“Hm, haven’t texted Mark in awhile lemme do that.”

So my ass literally grabbed my phone and started typing in his name before I realized :’)

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