Gunner Recall wrote:I bet his lymphoma looked like happy clouds.
So last night's dream sequence was pretty wild:
I had a friend whose dad was retired Mafia. And I was visiting over at his house,playing Gin with him and his Pop. Dude's dad was a hot head,and losing at cards. He started barking orders at my friend,and my friend got mouthy. So the guy started punching buddy in the face,bloodied him up pretty good. I stepped in,as I had all I could stand. Then Pop went for his piece. So I found a sharp kitchen knife close by and stabbed homie's dad to death. Around that time,a different set of mobsters rolled up outside,shot the place up,and killed my friend. They proceeded to ransack the house,taking me with them,sparing me. This was apparently because I offed the old man.
Everything's cool,I'm riding with these guys,they're treating me like a fucking hero. We pull up to some seedy ass neighborhood,then head to this apartment building,where there's a party going on,lots of girls,drugs,booze,etc. I'm really digging these guys in spite of the fact that they had just killed my friend. And next thing I knew,the party had been infiltrated by a host of other killers. So the whole crew I arrived with got shot the fuck up. And it was an inside job. Someone in attendance at the party had set them up. Again,I was spared. Right after all the killing,this phantasmal being on a phantasmal motorcycle rode through the walls. So now,I'm hanging out with what look like 3rd rate,impoverished,white street hoods.
Once again,we head to another shady district. And again,there's a party. I'm noticing a pattern,but can't refuse the invitation. All the dudes hanging out in this house are smoking copious amounts of what seemed to be really good weed. Me and the guys I arrived with were the only white people there. Sitting in the center of the room was an old black guy,who i initially perceived as a retired crime boss. Lo and behold,the apparition I had seen at the house before reappeared. And these sorta meathead looking guys with Katanas come barging in,hacking everyone to bits. Except for me,and the older black guy. One of the guys said to me,"we've got to get you out of here,and fast".
So,turns out,the head of this crew was a Christian Mixed Martial artist(?) and all of us,and the older black dude went out into the woods,where we came upon some hidden cottage. Inside,there were musicians of all types,playing strange instruments. And my gf comes into the living room as I'm smoking a joint. I finish said J,and she and I go for a walk out in those woods. And that was it. I forced myself to wake up,horrified at the notion that she might be shot in my dream.
