My Dreams Are So Real At Times . . .

It’s true. I was having a dream about Jason, and this whole situation, and he’d come back over to my house. I don’t recall the circumstances of the rest of the dream, but his dad came and picked him up, and I talked to him, saying that my concern was for Jason’s safety. I would let him go if I knew nothing would happen to him. Well, for some reason, I know that in my dream world, it was eleven in he morning as they pulled away, and his dad said, “I’m keeping him longer this time.” Then he held up two fingers in front of his face, and said, “Two hours.” And I knew that that meant he would bring Jason back in two hours. So, then, I’m woken up by the phone ringing, and it’s weird. Three words immediately flashed through my head with all three rings. STUPID-BITCH-BASTARD. Amd also, EVIL-BITCH-BASTARD. Gee, my mind’s not one track . . .

::Sighs:: What am I gonna do?

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NOW WHAT’S GOING ON?!?!?!? *prepares psychic pen* [HyacatDuncan]