Dream

Now, I will be the first to admit that my subconscious is kind of fucked up, like the girl in the back of class who chews on her hair. It likes to compile everything I've encountered either in a day, or in my entire life, put it into a blender and spit out weird little dreams for me to experience.
Last night, for example, I had another weird dream that I can't really make much sense out of. My parents and I lived in a camper and, for whatever reason, they were letting two pedophiles live with us, despite my protests of, "Um, no, he's a PEDOPHILE, and there aren't enough beds!" I was so angered by them, that I got out my phone and tried to call my friend to see if I could spend the night at her house. She didn't answer and I woke up. I woke up incredibly troubled and tried to figure out why. Then it hit me.The whole living in a camper thing didn't worry me much. The pedophiles didn't worry me much. Even the fact that my parents took the side of the sickos didn't worry me much. What did worry me? That when I called my friend in my dream she didn't answer. So, the first thing I did this morning? Call her and see if she answered. (She did.)

This also reminds me of a dream I had a while back that was so messed up, I actually wrote it down before I could forget about it. In that dream I was at the movies with my mom. People came in and held up the movie theater and started shooting people. I somehow escaped and went to the police station to try and get help. As I was sitting in the waiting room waiting for help, my phone kept ringing. I finally picked it up, and it was my best friends. They were at Epcot and they wanted me to know they were having a good time. I told them I had to go because I had just been shot at. I then woke up.
And my first thought upon waking up? "Those bitches, they dream-went to Epcot without me!" I then called them and bitched to them for a half hour and made them swear on the lives of their future children that they will never go to any theme park without me. Even if I'm dead.