About another dream, 2 in one night it seems.
It was at the store, on a busy card night. I was walking back to Simply use the restroom, probably. I was stopped at the door by some friends. Who continued to beat my ass. Never quite sure what really provoked it. I got up and got angry.
So, I wanted to fight more. So, I picked a fight with stranger. So, I got my ass beat right there too. Which made me more angry. So, I picked another fight with another friend. This goes on until I'm hulk angry, more or less.
At the end of the dream, my fake dad hugs me and drives me home. In his truck. That-messy-ass-white-truck. No one every really cared like my fake dad did. It isn't fair of me to press myself unto him. He has a family, and sadly I have my own.
Funny, my dad has a life I would love to have, and he's ready to throw it all away. Blood isn't thicker. Blood washes away with water. And in my dream I was the bloodiest I've ever been. He still hugged me anyways.
(I dare him to try that shit in real life. See what happens. I wouldn't test me. Funny this dream is a lot like your favorite movie. Main character, too.)
