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I woke up this morning in a strange mood, after having probably the wierdest dream of my life. I had a nightmare! I hardly ever have nightmares (last time being many, many years ago, considering I'm 13), but this time, I was in for quite the scare. The dream goes as follows:
Marylin Manson breaks the door of my house down and suddenly wields a knife around, trying to kill me. I run upstairs and he catches me, pushes me into a lift and tries to crush me. Manson walks off. Enter a hot chick from school, who claims that she can get me out, if I stop being horrible to her (what!?). Manson stops the crusher because he wants to give me a quicker death. I run away, and he tries to catch me, but I escape the house. I bump into my headmaster, who I tell what's going on, but he tells me that I'm dreaming. I run around, putting my arm out for a ride out of there, when I bump into a little boy driving a BMW (reminiscent of Shortround from Indiana Jones), who offers to give me a lift. We drive off, and I begin to wonder whether my brother is dead or not. Suddenly, my brother's head peeps up with one of my mates from school, who are both already in the car. I tell them to wait, because I need to collect provisions, and I go to my neighbours house and nick all their chocolate and then we drive away, never to be heard from again.
That was a freaky dream! Hopefully I will never have to experienced being crushed in elevator again. Wait, this could be my first novel!
*Grabs pen, paper and typewriter*
MOW
Marylin Manson breaks the door of my house down and suddenly wields a knife around, trying to kill me. I run upstairs and he catches me, pushes me into a lift and tries to crush me. Manson walks off. Enter a hot chick from school, who claims that she can get me out, if I stop being horrible to her (what!?). Manson stops the crusher because he wants to give me a quicker death. I run away, and he tries to catch me, but I escape the house. I bump into my headmaster, who I tell what's going on, but he tells me that I'm dreaming. I run around, putting my arm out for a ride out of there, when I bump into a little boy driving a BMW (reminiscent of Shortround from Indiana Jones), who offers to give me a lift. We drive off, and I begin to wonder whether my brother is dead or not. Suddenly, my brother's head peeps up with one of my mates from school, who are both already in the car. I tell them to wait, because I need to collect provisions, and I go to my neighbours house and nick all their chocolate and then we drive away, never to be heard from again.
That was a freaky dream! Hopefully I will never have to experienced being crushed in elevator again. Wait, this could be my first novel!
*Grabs pen, paper and typewriter*
MOW
Scary dream
Scary singer too, heh
Scary singer too, heh
Serious Dave wrote:
> Scary stuff,are you a marilyin manso fan? coz if your not it may be why he tried
> to kil you
No, I am a Marylin Manson. I rekon it was because I was listening to him the day before. However, dreams are meant to distort your future, and one of my friends said he had a preminition of my death, so it doesn't look too good for me :(
MOW
> Scary stuff,are you a marilyin manso fan? coz if your not it may be why he tried
> to kil you
No, I am a Marylin Manson. I rekon it was because I was listening to him the day before. However, dreams are meant to distort your future, and one of my friends said he had a preminition of my death, so it doesn't look too good for me :(
MOW
Monkey Of War wrote:
when I bump into a little boy driving a BMW (reminiscent of Shortround from
> Indiana Jones), who offers to give me a lift.
---
Fantastic.
when I bump into a little boy driving a BMW (reminiscent of Shortround from
> Indiana Jones), who offers to give me a lift.
---
Fantastic.
I woke up this morning in a strange mood, after having probably the wierdest dream of my life. I had a nightmare! I hardly ever have nightmares (last time being many, many years ago, considering I'm 13), but this time, I was in for quite the scare. The dream goes as follows:
Marylin Manson breaks the door of my house down and suddenly wields a knife around, trying to kill me. I run upstairs and he catches me, pushes me into a lift and tries to crush me. Manson walks off. Enter a hot chick from school, who claims that she can get me out, if I stop being horrible to her (what!?). Manson stops the crusher because he wants to give me a quicker death. I run away, and he tries to catch me, but I escape the house. I bump into my headmaster, who I tell what's going on, but he tells me that I'm dreaming. I run around, putting my arm out for a ride out of there, when I bump into a little boy driving a BMW (reminiscent of Shortround from Indiana Jones), who offers to give me a lift. We drive off, and I begin to wonder whether my brother is dead or not. Suddenly, my brother's head peeps up with one of my mates from school, who are both already in the car. I tell them to wait, because I need to collect provisions, and I go to my neighbours house and nick all their chocolate and then we drive away, never to be heard from again.
That was a freaky dream! Hopefully I will never have to experienced being crushed in elevator again. Wait, this could be my first novel!
*Grabs pen, paper and typewriter*
MOW
Marylin Manson breaks the door of my house down and suddenly wields a knife around, trying to kill me. I run upstairs and he catches me, pushes me into a lift and tries to crush me. Manson walks off. Enter a hot chick from school, who claims that she can get me out, if I stop being horrible to her (what!?). Manson stops the crusher because he wants to give me a quicker death. I run away, and he tries to catch me, but I escape the house. I bump into my headmaster, who I tell what's going on, but he tells me that I'm dreaming. I run around, putting my arm out for a ride out of there, when I bump into a little boy driving a BMW (reminiscent of Shortround from Indiana Jones), who offers to give me a lift. We drive off, and I begin to wonder whether my brother is dead or not. Suddenly, my brother's head peeps up with one of my mates from school, who are both already in the car. I tell them to wait, because I need to collect provisions, and I go to my neighbours house and nick all their chocolate and then we drive away, never to be heard from again.
That was a freaky dream! Hopefully I will never have to experienced being crushed in elevator again. Wait, this could be my first novel!
*Grabs pen, paper and typewriter*
MOW