And darkness is fading in, and darkness is real.

I just had a dream that freaked me the fuck out.


Ryan had given me a call and told me that things were cool and that we should work out the money problem, much like he did today.
Well, that night, I was driving around and it was raining and for some reason my car swerved far to the right and crashed into a wall. When I got out, I saw a shadow run across in front of me. I walked underneath this tunnel bridge that was in front of me, hoping to find Ryan and figure out what the fuck was up. When I got to the other side there was a parking lot and a gazebo next to it and it wasn't raining anymore. I see a shadow walk around a parked car as I'm walking toward the gazebo, and then Ryan comes around and has a crowbar in his hand. As he's walking though, he tosses it behind him, so that it clanks on the cement of the parking lot. I asked him what he thought he was doing and he told me that there was no way that he could just put the whole incident behind him and that he was going to kill me. So he ran at me from the other side of the gazebo and I ran into the middle of it and kicked him with the heels I was wearing. He fell down onto the steps of the gazebo and lied there for a while passed out. When he woke up though, I put my hand around his neck and held him there so that he couldn't try anything again. At that point, a little kid walked by and was watching us. Well, that little kid was the son of a cop and he brought his dad around. The officer was on the other side of the gazebo and could only see me sitting on the step, he couldn't see Ryan laying on it being choked. The cop asked me if I was OK and I sort of nodded and said, "Yes." Then he started to walk away, so I took my hand off of Ryan's neck and let him sit up next to me. Well, he tried to grab me and hit me, so I strangled him again and sarcastically yelled for help so that the cop would come back over- Which he did. The cop arrested him and was asking him questions like, "Could you get me an 8-ball?" or like, "Where'd you get your weed?" so that Ryan would give him information like that and the cop could arrest his friends. Ryan, being stoned, and the dipshit that he is, answered the questions and was taken away. And that's when I woke up.

Under the circumstances, that's already a pretty foreboding and freaky dream, but the thing is, it was so livid, I thought it was real. Now, some of you know that I don't really ever have dreams when I sleep, and it's true. I mean, I have some occasionally, but I have never had a dream from when I took a nap after school. That's the kind of sleep where I basically black out. Except, apparently, today.

When I woke up, my heart was beating so fast that I thought it might burst right through my ribcage, and I was all disoriented and practically paralyzed for a few minutes.

This isn't a good sign.