This one was inspired by a dream I had, damn these meds for making me dream so much
It was hot, hotter than any of us could have wanted. In this god-forsaken camper. With 5 friends. Fuck those guys though. I didn't care about any of em. The one slept in an overhang next to a nest of bees. I could still hear her screams as I we all tried to sleep,
"Shut the fuck up!", as I'm sure she was stung to death.
Another friend lost.
Another played the guitar, and strummed it well. A guitar which slowly had a tarantula crawling up it's vibrating strings. No one seemed to mind his music. He asked us to make a band and we scoffed. "Better off naming the tarantula, than the band."
Another friend lost.
Another was vividly a black guy. Not sure why. But he was dying. Didn't tell us til the end of the dream. Even though we treated him like shit. Sadly enough he was the only friend we cared about, because we knew he was dying of cancer.
Another friend lost.
The last was my sister's friend, and of course me.
I woke up.
(Seriously, these dreams are that intense. No rest for the wicked indeed.)
