Damn, I had some effed up dreams last night. At least 10. I'm not kidding, it was torture.
Some weirdo kid who lives nearby. I think he might be gay, and he's weird in several ways.
So I was talking to him like if he was a therapist or something. I was like "Love is confusing and hard and I'm always getting confused with girls. And I always have bad luck with 'em, and I'm sick of it."
And he said "Maybe you should try guys..." and got close to me. I said "Are you coming on to me?!" He just smiled and I saw a lance on the floor. Three seconds later, he was on the ground coughing up blood and teeth. I dropped the lance on him and walked away. I never saw him again after that.
Then there were like 9 more I can't remember too much...
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