i can’t remember the middle one but the other 2 were pretty weird:

it was late at night and i was watching the news and they were talking about a preacher who had been killed. then me and someone i don’t know but who i seemed to know in the dream drove over there in cj’s car, and someone else came too. we pull up to the house and there’s this big monster truck in the drive way and the license plate says big daddy death. we go into the house, the person who drove immediately runs off into the dark house laughing and the other guy gets behind me shivering.. we go upstais and i say is anyone home? and we go into the kitchen (yes it was upstairs) and this deep voice says GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE and it echoed and seemed to e coming from everywhere the guy fainted and i had to drag him by the feet out to the car the other guy came too and we sped off, and i’m thinking i wonder if the guy driving did that or if it was a ghost?

i had gone to the movies with a guy i used to know a long long time ago and a girl i was trying to hook up with. while watching the movie, something really funny happened, and she laughed lioudly, and these guys behind us down the aisle joked her laugh. we both joked them for looking like jonathon taylor thomas from tool time. then they started joking me, i didn’t say anything, just got mad. they left a few minutes laterm, saying tyhings under their breath as they walked by. the movie ended, we get up to leave, and i see my coat and all my shit laying in the aisle.. i get extremely pissed, run out with the girl and my friend following, and start yelling where they fuck are they?! i see them and run over, try to fight one but he was too quick for me, so i grabbed him by the calves and started swinging him around bashing his head into anything solid i could find. i just kept doing it and staring at the blood spots he legft behind over and over and over.. then he was gone, as was the girl and the guys he was with. i find my friend and i’m liek where’d she go? he says she went home, you scared her. i said alright well let’s go then and he’s like no, i’m not going anywhere with you you violent fuck. and i look at him for a sec, then look at the blood, and say fine i’ll walk home.. i got into a building nearby looking for a payphone but all the payphone have no handsets and they’re mounted way up on the cieling, then the lights turn off so i leave and see one at a reststop area and a guy sitting next to it smoking. i dig some change out to call my mom for a ride, dial the wrong number. now the smoking guy is siting on the other side, and there’s a family where he used to be eating. the father looks at me and starts yelling at me for what i had done. i start thinking about what my defense would be if i were on judge judy, thinking about all there jokes and abusive i had just absorbed over the years without retaliating. then this guy says to me you know how long your mom was waiting at home for a phone call wonderign where you were? and just 5 minutes ago… so i dial the right number this time but now all trhe numbers i need to dial mine are sticking..

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