♪: journey - lovin' touchin' squeezin'

Sometimes, if you stare at a person long enough, they'll wave.
I got three.

I hate wearing glasses so bad.
HATE IT.
LOATHE IT.
Want to gut them out and wear their innards as a necklace.
That's a quote off something, right?

*goes up the man at the register instead of the high schooler. He's ringing up my stuff when I'm standing there in thought and the girl steps up, doing this aggravated, comical sigh. She steps back beside the man and repeats that sigh. THEN, she glances at me and starts to laugh. She stops, and laughs that laugh that says 'ohhhhh, it's fake, but i need to laugh to show my point.'*
Man - What's wrong with you?
Her - Nothing.
Man - Okay.
Her - Would you like to stay with us?
*I look behind my shoulder and nothing, when I come around, she's telling the man she was directing that question at me*
Me - *gives weird expression*
Her - Would you like to stay with us?
Me - What, where?
Her - Uh, would you like to stay with us?
Me - *gives weird expression once more* I don't understand what you're saying.
Her - Ugh, nothing. I was just making fun of you.
So, I'm thinking maybe when I was thinking, I looked angry? I had wild hair because I didn't bother to fix it.
OR she heard something about me that was obviously something I had no idea of.
IT'S DRIVING ME MAD BECAUSE I DON'T KNOWWWWWWWW.
I WANNA KNOWWWWW.

Btw, my driving has scared five people.
My sister.
Jonelle.
Cricket.
Kyle.
And Sean.
I think it's because I like speeding. Not just because I'm in a rush, I just love going 70 and wondering if anything in the next second will stop me.
Hahahahaha.
I wanted to be a stunt car driver for a year in my life.
I wanted to vroom motorcycles, but MOOOOM. My dad would let me, haha.

I had two nightmares last night.
TWO IN A ROW.
And they both had to deal with each other.

ALRIGHT, READY?
I was in this sort of halfway house meant for young adults who needed a fresh start to live. Inside, were all these room that had the same feel has the rooms of that guy from Silence of the Lambs. Dark, dank and small.
Billy had lead me through all the rooms, showing me that way and which. Then we had headed outside where these shape-shifters are there were three of them - brothers.
He introduced us and I thought they were a bit, you know, weird and crazy. They had white shirts, jeans and boots. Regular country teens you find stomping on their grounds. Billy and I went back in the house, the followed.
In the bedroom, they started to shift into snakes. Their arms retracted into their sides, their head grew longer and their legs morphed together. They were these huge serpents and taller than us.
Billy hid or changed, in the confusion I didn't know. One bit another, it wailed, the second serpent bit it lower and it withered to the ground. They were human again in a flash. They looked at their dead brother saying, "I thought it was Billy."
They found Billy behind the bed. They killed him and I ran, trying to get to my car. One ran after me as the other one slashed Billy to pieces.
My car was only two feet away when that man was there. He had a gun and a grenade (I know, right?). He tried to shoot me, but I kept getting behind the house, a tree, anything. In the dream, I could literally feel how scared I was, how my knees were weak, how my heart hurt too much trying to pump blood in my body.
ETC.
It was by PURE luck I reached my car and a little distraction from the mother of the house. I locked my doors and started for the road.
I woke up.
Immediately after using the restroom and letting my cat in to sleep with me, I went back to bed.
I was 30 miles away, that being the scariest fucking thing since sliced bread. The narrator even said, "And, thirty miles away, she feels she can finally live in piece."
Maybe it was one of the brothers, who knows.
They found me in my house, as they turned back into serpents. I ran, them catching my daughter and someone else, a friend. I heard their screams as I tried to go for my car again, to try and find a weapon of my own. Outside, there were people running this way and that, trying to help me get to my car. They were telling me, as it was happening, as they were shielding me and looking over their shoulders, to their sides, that, "Normally, a person would be dead. You're lucky. They like you."
By our feet, a grenade. I picked it up and threw it to the side.
My friend, realizing it wasn't far enough, kicked it and continued to follow it. I cried for her, haha.
When I reached my car, the last brother was there.
He smiled, tapping my car window.
There were words spoken, but I don't remember them.
At the end, he tried to turn into his form, but only, in mid formation, I grabbed the matter that was him and stuffed it into this well. I grabbed and grabbed and kept stuffing into the well. It gurgled, but nothing more.
In haste, I picked up the stick and started to mash him through, to get him to stop coming back.
The water turned purple and it kept rising thick.
As I was mashing again and again, this poke happened on my left shoulder.
In my dream, I snapped my head over my shoulder.
I woke up.
It turns out, my cat's paws were kneeing my shoulder, haha. My left one.