July 13, 2010

I could fuck up a psychologist with this shit

Tonight I dreamt that I got stabbed in the knee with needles and scissors by one of my former classmates (I know, it totally happens to you, too, right?).

Then I got mad and slapped my friend for laughing at me while I was sitting with needles and scissors in my knee (I was obviously in severe pain. Bitch.).

Then I found out that my former classmate was stabbing me because she’d seen a movie about African torture and because her mom was handicapped (yeah… it makes totally sense).

Then I had to escape in my car (which usually is a two-seater) with my parents, my brother and my godparents (just spent a week with them… if they could just limit themselves to being present in reality and not in my dreams then that would be awesome).

Then we drove to the town where my school is (a town without a hospital) and talked about how it was too late to go to mass (because we have a certain expertise in that subject. Not).

I woke up, way too early, completely disoriented in a place in southern France – both knees still intact (well, that’s a lie; Left is actually completely messed up).