We were destined for each other. We knew each other as kids and something happened and we didn't see each other till we were 16. He was hot. He was angry at me and everyone in our families. He was in this group where they did bad things but it wasn't a gang. Well, the group members took me without him knowing and tortured me. When they were done they sent a video of what they did to me too him and left me there tied up with a gag in my mouth. He found me and untied me and took me home. My family started yelling at me asking how I could be so stupid as to let them take me so I went upstairs. He came up to comfort me. He had me rest my head on his lap. I started to cry and said "No one cares..." He got upset and lifted my head and kissed me repeatedly then said "I care." and looked at the floor. I was shocked. I lifted his head and said "But you said you didn't when you first saw me." He replied, "I was angry. I didn't mean it." His eyes welled with tears and he kissed me again and said "I love you.". Then, I was against a wall and he was taking off my shirt. Then we were in bed, having sex. After that, I was asleep with my head on his bare chest and my aunt came to see if I was ok. He looked at her and said "She's better now." then looked at me sleeping and smiled. The next day, he left the group. Weeks later, we had hung out every minute that we could. Our families thought we were getting too close so they tried to keep us away from each other. One night we snuck out to see each other and we ended up making the decision to run away together. So we went home and packed a few cloths and took all of our money and met up back at the park. He brought his car and we left and never returned.
No shirt
I dream their were two small white doves walking around on my kitchen table so i took my shirt off and put it back on the wrong side
I somehow got to the Other World from the movie Coraline where everything is better than in you're real life. At some point I was trying to run away from the Other Mother and I could see her perfectly. Her black shoulder length hair, white long sleeve shirt, dark pants, and her black button eyes. She said something to me but I don't remember what. I think she was trying to get me to sew buttons into my eyes and make me stay there forever.
Anyways back to the dream. It started with me walking down the stairs of the “Red Barn”. From the outside, the house looked like a barn painted red with white trim. But on the inside, it looked like a regular house with a kitchen, 4 beds, 2 baths, and a tv that has no channels but a working vcr player. I walked out the front door and out into the cold morning air and squishy mud of Hedgepath. I looked around and saw my Dads forest green Jeep Wrangler though it was far less customized than it is currently. The driver door was open and my dad was leaning inside, dressed in his camouflage he wore while hunting. To the left, My Grandpas red Toyota Tundra, with the trunk hatch and window open. And leaning inside of the truck, none other than my Grandpa, wearing his flannel long-sleeve shirt, and blue jeans with mud splotches. He was checking his rifle to see if it was loaded. He looked great, far better than the last time i saw him. Just then i heard my Dad call to me and i woke up.
My husband was in a black corvett at the end of the driveway the corvette was black he was to big for the car he was sticking out of the top of the car people were saying the car was too small he owns a white corvette he was wearing a black stripe vest black shirt
I met a boy I have not seen in a long time. We got into a fight. My hair was long and black and straight and he pulled it. He had emo hair, dyed black. All he was wearing was black, skinny jeans, a t-shirt, and converse. My clothes were the same items but had different decorations. Late we were in a car. He said something insulting and I pushed him out the window. I felt really guilty. Later on we were lying on his bedroom floor and having a deep conversation. He had seen the recent cuts that I had done on my wrists. He did because my gel bands moved too far out of place. I ended up snuggling my face into his chest. I guess we both fell asleep, because of a panicked scream from hus mother. I was not supposed to be seeing him. My parents thought he was a drug addict but he was not. Because they confronted his parents about it they got into a fight. That is why i was not supposed to see him. I was scared and he was defending me. He did used to do drugs, but he had told me that night he had gotten over his addiction for me.
I'm sitting on the stairs on my grandma's attic with an autistic kid maybe 2 or 3 years older than me. Blonde hair, green eyes, blue and white striped polo shirt, and tan shorts with a ton of large pockets. I don't know him, but I feel that he's important. A short man maybe as tall as me jogged pass us up the stairs panting, "Quick they're coming!" I know what he means, airplanes that drop dangerous bombs and fighter jets. I grab the autistic boy's hand and chase after the man, climbing another set of stairs that never really existed in reality. I look back and say, "We might need to turn around and go down." However I keep going up, ending up out of the house in a field. I had never been there before. Taking the boy's hand we run in the open and I see the jets circling. I see a set of bleachers, knowing somehow a person is going to save us and come in a plane to take us to safety. I see hundreds of innocent people climbing the bleachers. Standing there waving their arms. Looking for hope. Me, the boy, and the man are a hundred yards away from the bleachers. Then I see the bomb dive into the bleachers. Bodies are thrown everywhere. In front of me a hole opened up acting as a tunnel into a laboratory, we run in seeing all the scientists. They all in unison say, "Everything is ok." I turn around and the boy is gone. So is the man. As if they disappeared. I leave the laboratory and sit in the grass, holding my legs. Rocking back and forth, then I feel calm as if nothing happened and that everything that happened was all just a game.
This guy I was talking to and I got in his friend's car at the gas station and we were driving. I thought the guy driving was cute so I climbed on his lap while he was driving and started to have sex with him. We were both enjoying it and the dude I was talking to was mad. I wanted to stop but it felt good. The driver ended up ejaculating on the sidewalk and the dude who I was talking to started to jack the driver up by the shirt yelling "why did you do that?" How you gone do that?" The driver just kept saying "I nutted. I nutted."
Went out with roommate to get chicken gyro
have to put mustard or something
strange unfamiliar place we’re in a semi basement big apartment
she had to wait for me because i got distracted called my mom
and then roommate called me she was waiting outside for me
went to get gyro
at some point i was having sex with anthony
in ‘my bed’ in this bigger apartment..
went on for awhile pretty graphic
somebody walked in on us?
for some reason i had to go to ‘virginia beach’ australia
went through this strange airport ended up in a lecture hall for ‘music and mind’
dan the psych was the lecturer handed out papers, stared at me. it was a big long lecture hall
walking around australia
at my therapist office. slightly creepy dude pale skin blonde hair light pink shirt white coat smooth voice
said next session look at my sexual history. and it doesn’t look good
i think back. david? paul? or should i lie about it?
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