Talked to my little brother, I haven't seen him in forever. I've missed him so much. He's graduating and getting his BA in psychology, tomorrow! And he's a almost two year younger than me! I'm so unbelievably proud of him! I'm so happy I could cry, really.
Being called weird is like being called limited edition.~ I am Who i am....Sadly People who say such things have not Heard of little thing called being open minded~tiss tiss.
Being 'weird' is one of the most best complements you could ever give someone. If no one in the world was weird, everything would be normal, and that's boring. Be different. Stand out!
I am ME~I am Kenny.
Yea! so what I live and breathe Halloween Everyday of my life. I am full of Tricks and Treats.♥
My mom peeks in my room and tells me if I clean my room I can go to the shop with her today, then she shuts the door. I'm in an extremely bright mustard yellow room. I look down and I'm horrified to see two African American females, a mother and a daughter, laying on the floor. Both of them were shot in the face with a shot gun, there's no facial features remaining. My jaw starts chattering as I start to cry. It's so disgusting. Every breath I took in I immediately breathed out trying not to inhale the smell, words can't describe the smell in the air. Just, I guess, a musty rotting bodily smell.
I get the spray cleaner and paper towels and kneel down at the young girls body. I pause for a long time staring at her, I keep gagging and crying, I'm so terrified. Finally I start to pick up handfuls of her brain, blood, and skull matter. I scoop it up and put it in the hole in her face to get it of the floor. Then I start spraying the blood smears with cleaner and wipe it up. I try desperately try not to get it on my hands.
Then I wake up. I literally could smell that smell the whole fucking morning after that dream. I woke up just as terrified and disgusted as I was in the dream. I had no idea if that dream was an omen, and I assumed I was going to die haha. But apparently a dream like that is your subconscious letting go of something in the past.
interesting tho when have these vivid dreams they are still moving and trying to kill me then I realise I'm dreaming and start controling the dream turning it into an amazing one instead I more then likely will be dissapointed waking up from lol then again I'm strange that way O.o
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ed at this "I scoop it up and put it in the hole in her face to get it of the floor."Sounds about right.
