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I remember it well, everyone seemed to be living in the city in some crowded rat hole of an apartment. there was this nice old man... but there was this young asshole who was so irresponsible and he thought he was in his way and he struck the poor old guy that it killed him. Being the less-then steller guy he was he kept claiming that he was just in shock but my dad started screaming about how he killed the older guy and stuff. Well, I left, and ran into some more err...not so great characters. Got a gun pointed at me, I took the muzzle and moved it upwards so it wasn't at my forehead anymore. Tried begging for my life in spanish. And well, as you can imagine my spanish was crappy in the dream...well, crappier then it is right now anyways. Eventually I suppose they just got bored at left.
It's so weird, you know, and before that I was dreaming that my mother was going off about how ugly and fat I am, or something to that effect, and before that I had one where my friend said even though I think I'm cool I'm really a loser (well, I do sort of act like his mother sometimes, not letting him climb up on the roof,etc.) so he went off with another boy his own age and then there were a bunch of these tornadoes everywhere in the dream and I can't really begin to describe it to you because it's just aweful.
You know, these aren't my usual sort of nightmares.
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