I had a bad dream this morning. I won't go into all the specifics but you came into a cafe where I was with friends and I asked you a question to which you didn't like the way it was worded. Like the question was accusatory or fishing for inormation. I felt like a wounded deer shot in the woods. I had never heard you speak like thy before let alone to me. You were being a prick. I got up out of my chair, told you you were being a prick and slapped you with my right hand on the right side of your face. I then proceded to walk towards Vic park for some reason. Soft lush grass, it was starting to get dark. I walked past people kicking a footy around. I ended up down an alley ended by a brick wall and old wooden door with a metal handle. I opened the door but nothing but another alley and utter darkness to my right. To the left was a little bit of light but I couldn't see where it went and I needed the main street again. As I closed yhe door I heard a noise, a movement from yhe darkest part of the alley. I quickly turned to make my way back out of the alley I was in, back to where there were people. But all of a sudden it was like I'd been drugged. I was staggering forward. Scared there was someone coming for me from behind. I started yelling 'help' 'someone help, if I can just get to a fire hydrant'!

A fire hydrant? How a fire hydrant was going to make me safe I do not know. People did come out to help. I woke up.


It is so black outside. Dark menacing clouds moving oh so quickly in the sky. Threatenig to open up and pour again. It first help watching the clouds whilst listening to The Dark Knight soundtrack. The sky is a blanket of varying shades of grey.

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