Video Games Make Me Cry
Reading And Getting Myself Kicked Out Of A Salon
Jimmy Fallon Strikes Again
Look Ma! I'm In O-town!!
The War Is On
Concert, Party, Wifebeating
One F***** Up School Musical
Time Flies When You Have Rollercoasters And A Greeting Card Artist's Wife
Jumping In A Pool With All My Clothes On
Jimmy Fallon Doesn't Think I'm Funny.
And The Floor Lights Up

Performing with a hamster
On The Run
Boys switching it up
Alien Invasion
My Starbuck's Stalker
Sweet, sweet dreams..
Dave and Randomness
Warhol Again
Cat Dream #2
nightmares.
Back In Bham
PAINTS PICTURE IN DREAM, GHOST GUIDES HER BRUSH.
shopping centre
it changed my mind
tooth
severed hand
I'm the fattest
Birthday Bust
No Escape
To Dream of Driving
shopping for chocolates
I'm the king of a lost kingdom
budda figure
the auburn, my tranny lover, and the shortest distance between two points is a straight line
HAS PREMONITION--DROPS DEAD IN HOTEL LA SALLE.

Author: slightly





This should probably qualify as a fragment...but...oh what the hell

There's something to do with a train ride at the beginning, I believe I was taking it. Running from car to car and walking around on top.

Next I'm playing some video game, a typical one where the main guy is just on a random killing spree. All the violence that sells. Except in this one, I was supposed to kill kids. I did my job and once I got to the last level, this old man stopped me (By this point I had become the video game character), surrounded by the ghosts of the children that I'd killed. He said I then had to spend time feeling the pain of every single person affected by the death of these poor kids. He locked me in a room and I sat there, waiting for a while. All of a sudden it hit me, this intense wave of sorrow that actually knocked me flat on my back on the bed. I cried for, as I was aware in my dream, 3 days straight. Then the door opened and the game was over. I turned off the Sega thingy and was exhausted.

There's a lesson in this. Makes you think.

Apparently I had been playing with the video games of my friend kim, and I was in her house, even if it looked like mine. I went to find her (she was doing dishes) and I told her that that game was sad. She just looked at me like I was some freak of nature, like I was being over sensitive to a dumb old game. She told me to look through her vast collection of games. Hey-zeuss she had a lot of smeeping games.

Running

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