Dreams.

Dream

So for some reason, Grace and I were at some kids house after their school day was over, as if we were just baby sitting them and playing with their friends just to keep them entertained. Then their friend go into some weird shit, and started pretending they knew some sort of magic. Eventually some friends got bored because they were taking so long, and then the main boy and his little sister got very upset that the other people were leaving. Eventually everyone left, and we went to talk to the parents. The sky got really dark, so the father asked if we were going to go home, we said yes. He asked if we could take the little girl home too, but we both rode bikes there for some reason, we asked how far it was, and he said it was in Hamberg. We didnt know where that was and asked how far it was, then my cell rang and my mom called asking if I was okay for dinner since they were at the hospital. I stopped and asked Why are you at the hospital!? They said they found these boys (the boys that were playing with this weird voodoo stuff that just left, somehow I knew it was them.) and took them to the hospital. The mother of the main boy we were babysitting walked in on the conversation and also somehow knew it was related to her boy who left with those other boys. (I wish I knew their names) So then the mother and father were going to go to the hospital while Grace and I went with the little girl to her home by bus which was somewhere in Mississauga, when we were like...on Lockridge (the next street from 16th going east from my street). Then random Seann and Alvi and some dude were standing at these cars at the plaza with the Daisy Mart, we waved and moved on. Then somehow some snakes were conjured when we were standing at the boss stop and they chased after me! I lead them away from the crowd at the bus stop. Then they jumped at me and I kicked'em away. Somehow we knew that those things were from those weird boys that left. We walked back to the house quickly (on lockridge) and told the mother that we think the boys that left early (which we figured were the bad influence on her son) were at the bus stop because those snakes werent natural...cause they chased after just me (dont ask where my logic is). So we walked out the door, found that for some reason, the glass was punched in and the blood was her son's (How did we know? I dont know) and that for some reason he watched as these other boys tortured some kid and rolled him down some big hill and hurt him, and her son (who would normally be very against something like that) just stood there. We came to the conclusion that he was under some sorta voodoo spell shit. Then I woke up.

What is going on with this fucked up dream, lol.

posted by Bradimon @ 5:30 p.m.