That friggin dream
Ah got off a' work about 4 in the mornin', Miguel the cook was nice enough to drive me to the hotel I've been stayin' at. Ah've been told that Celebrity is gonna pay for everything since they're the one's that screwed up, but ah'll worry about that when the time comes.
Ah had the dream again.
Ah hate that fuckin' dream.
It always starts out the same way - I'm floatin'
around in water or something but I'm not drownin', but something's holdin' on to me, by like my stomach, but I can't tell. All of the sudden, the water leaves and Ah'm trapped between these two pink walls. They keep pushin' me, and pushin' me, and pushin' me. Ah'm afraid of where Ah'm bein' pushed, but ah'm more afraid of being collapsed by the fuckin' pink walls.
An' they smell - like chicken or somethin'.
Ah claw, and Ah scrape, but Ah can't seem to get out.
The walls keep closin', like a push, and they get closer together. An' then I suddenly see the brightest fuckin' light I've ever seen, next ta' something hairy, and then the smell hits me - somethin' real foul, real awful, an' I start to cry.
And then I see them - two of the biggest fuckin' eyes that Ah've ever seen and a long fuckin' head and giant teeth. I start to move again, and then everythin' goes black.
What the fuck could that mean?
Current Mood:
scaredCurrent Music: Brigadoon in Spanish (Ah think)