I had this disturbing dream this afternoon.
I wasn't me... I was this male with light brown hair. I had never seen his face before, and my "partner in crime" was this dark haired man. There was this evil Marilyn Manson who was warning us about this apocalypse. He said that we had to pretend to hate each other, then shoot each other with flares. We then had to get into a hospital; he said something else but I can't remember. So I got on my broomstick and started flying through the rain. My partner was on the ground, so I fired and I hit his eye. His eye turned into a glowing Mad-Eye Moody sort of eye. Then, he shot me in the neck. I flew down towards my partner and we staggered towards this house. We knocked on the door and this lady answered. We asked if we could use her phone to dial 911, but she said that our injuries weren't bad enough to go to the ER. I started running up and down these industrial stairs in pain.
I woke up sweaty.
I wasn't me... I was this male with light brown hair. I had never seen his face before, and my "partner in crime" was this dark haired man. There was this evil Marilyn Manson who was warning us about this apocalypse. He said that we had to pretend to hate each other, then shoot each other with flares. We then had to get into a hospital; he said something else but I can't remember. So I got on my broomstick and started flying through the rain. My partner was on the ground, so I fired and I hit his eye. His eye turned into a glowing Mad-Eye Moody sort of eye. Then, he shot me in the neck. I flew down towards my partner and we staggered towards this house. We knocked on the door and this lady answered. We asked if we could use her phone to dial 911, but she said that our injuries weren't bad enough to go to the ER. I started running up and down these industrial stairs in pain.
I woke up sweaty.
December 19th, 2010 at 05:42am