wolven7 | Dreams of the afternoon. (Reply)

Dreams of arming myself to the fucking teeth, with sword, knives, and even a .38 special. Had to find the bullets, because i got rid of them, because the gun was in a house full of children. I was arming myself to go outself {Outside, but the typo stays for later consideration}, and have a smoke, and then my mother called me to the window to look at something. The "something" was cone shaped dark clouds. slowly cycling. Tornadoes that Weren't. They would slowly gather, and then suddenly strike the ground, like lightning. The ones that struck the fastest were not Storm coloured, but simply medium-grey-rain-cloud-coloured. Nearly white. So i went downstairs, searched the couch for the bullets, and went outside. Sliding glass doors, in a basement, finished with a kitchen. Brandon-- the dog, here-- showed me where the bullets were. He had the personality of Brian, from Family Guy. There were children, because it was also my grandmother's house, and the children that she watchess, daily, were there. When i got to go outside, it was Dark, but not exactly night, and the playground was a combination of GDS, and the playground in this neighbourhood. Combinations and re-workings of the houses in which i've been spending my days.

So yeah. Tada. Hooray for afternoon Naps.