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The Day I Crashed a Stolen Car
Weird Rape Dream
The Boyscouts of America at Burning Man 2002
Queen of England
Carnivorous Orchard Dream
The Tower and the Candy
A Green Stone
Yet Another Sex Dream
Naked Convelescent Home
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Scary Miscarriage Dream
Pure Buttermilk Chocolate
drowning into thin air
High School Sex Dream
Mourning the End of the World
glass ceilings and cocktail parties
Jealousy
'Beautiful Children' resort McDonalds
Two Totems
Lil Bro and the Scam Artists
The Harvestor
Metaphysical Spy Movie
Mother Daughter Camp
Am I Popular Enough Yet?
Night Rave at the Zen Garden
Nick Twisp and the New Fangled Western
Jenny of the Suburbs
room mates in the City
Identity Theft
I AM MELLOWCHEESE
The Angel of Stinky Music
Yet another cardboard box
Halloween Early
non-consensual remodeling
the unexpected serenade
the flying box
Prison Dream
Another Nightmare
strange, burgundy colored wings
lost
just when I thought I was done with my ex....
im dead im dead im dead
The Odd Friend
sucked in
I don't want to be a game-show star
flying away again
a long, dark ocean
giger-ized
Brightly Colored Skull Necklaces
I hate my job.

seriously in love
Liv tyler w/weed
I'm a cop now?
"And Antoine?" persisted I.
i got the golden....cd?!
My own attack!
T.J's Table.
Christmas Time at Aaron's
Jonathan Taylor Thomas's Sequined Suit
Raspberries and Marathons
More Reasons to Avoid Family Vacations
Shakespear Brady Bunch
But I'm Not Dead
camp....?
i watched you turn.
MAN OF MY DREAMS
Every Night is Ladies' Night at The Crab Shack
Morbid Confusing Nightmare
Off to the Mountains
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Crying
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Theft
My own little Dream
Weird Rape Dream

Author: uberbudgie





My friend and are are in a dark underground train station that may or may not be abandoned; all of the trains have gone for the evening. Everything

smells like damp earth, metal, and oil.



Two or three lights are flooding the tunnel with

a sickly orange glow, and sputtering. The rest

are broken and the bulbs hang shattered from

the ceiling.



We have to hide; we have to find something

but I don't know what it is. I don't think that

she knows what it is either... So, we keep

crawling into large pipes and broken down doorways that keep leading deeper and

deeper underground. We have to go where

it is safe, and something unknown is hunting

us. If we get to the last room, we will be safe.

(????).



We keep crawling under semi-hidden doors

and windows, and the concrete becomes

older and older. Mud is streaked across our

faces and on the hems of our skirts.



We get to the final room; it looks cross

between an abandoned cannery and an

old church. There are puddles of horse

urine all over the dirt floor, which had once

been concrete, but was worn into the earth.

Filth and newspapers covered the ground,

and straw... Pidgeons flew through the

rafters and dusty air, and half of the

windows were either plates of galvanized

metal or ancient dust-caked broken glass

where sunlight streamed through the cracks

in fragmented shafts of light.



We held each other, shaking; whatever it

was was not there. Whatever hunted for

us was getting close, and all of the doors

were barred.

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