09-03-2015, 09:52 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-03-2015, 09:53 PM by WeaponTheory.)
A few hours ago.
My house is a little different built in the inside but the outside is the same.
So in real life, someone came around to clear the trees surrounding the house across the street from me.
I'm guessing some new people will move in.
A few months later, there's a car parked on the side of the house.
So in my dream, I went to snoop around to see if anyone lived there.
I can hear loud music playing and the blinds are angled in a way that I can see whose inside.
I think I can see two people, but I know for sure I can see one, and he's playing on a big screen TV.
There's a wrestling game being played. ew.
I walked away silently. But in the middle of his walkway I decided to stomp my way out of his yard. (WHY THE FUCK? RIGHT?)
I get home. My friend calls. Shortly a knock on the door. I answered it, struggling to unlock the fucking thing. The weirdest lock ever.
I look at outside, and there's a skinny but ripped black dude holding a fucking Scimitar! He looking mad as fuck.
I think this is the dude that lives in the house.
I stupidly open the door and greet him like ain't shit happening follow by a panic "PLEASE DON'T STAB ME!".
He went from a threat stance into a friendly stance as the Scimitar turns into a folded poster.
He opens it and shows me multiple drawings of it filled with Mortal Kombat characters.
I gasped @_@
"He knows I like Mortal Kombat thouuuuughhhhh".
So we talked. He likes wrestling. I told him that I'm old school. And how I don't like the latest wrestling games and why. The dream switches to me and my next door neighbors, who in reality are loud, but in my dream, they live next door to him. And we are beefing. But that dream fades and ends shortly.
My house is a little different built in the inside but the outside is the same.
So in real life, someone came around to clear the trees surrounding the house across the street from me.
I'm guessing some new people will move in.
A few months later, there's a car parked on the side of the house.
So in my dream, I went to snoop around to see if anyone lived there.
I can hear loud music playing and the blinds are angled in a way that I can see whose inside.
I think I can see two people, but I know for sure I can see one, and he's playing on a big screen TV.
There's a wrestling game being played. ew.
I walked away silently. But in the middle of his walkway I decided to stomp my way out of his yard. (WHY THE FUCK? RIGHT?)
I get home. My friend calls. Shortly a knock on the door. I answered it, struggling to unlock the fucking thing. The weirdest lock ever.
I look at outside, and there's a skinny but ripped black dude holding a fucking Scimitar! He looking mad as fuck.
I think this is the dude that lives in the house.
I stupidly open the door and greet him like ain't shit happening follow by a panic "PLEASE DON'T STAB ME!".
He went from a threat stance into a friendly stance as the Scimitar turns into a folded poster.
He opens it and shows me multiple drawings of it filled with Mortal Kombat characters.
I gasped @_@
"He knows I like Mortal Kombat thouuuuughhhhh".
So we talked. He likes wrestling. I told him that I'm old school. And how I don't like the latest wrestling games and why. The dream switches to me and my next door neighbors, who in reality are loud, but in my dream, they live next door to him. And we are beefing. But that dream fades and ends shortly.
"Who am I to tell you something that you already know?
Who am I to tell you 'Hold on' when you wanna let go?
Who am I? I'm just a sicko with a song in my head and it keeps playing again and again and again and again."
https://youtu.be/bdJ7xe70ck0
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