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A Nightmare on N 16th Street (Kasey)
I have had some very interesting dreams in my day... There was one about choking on giant ladybugs, another featured a Spiderman-esque creature suspended from my ceiling reaching down for me (which was even more special when he decided to hang around after I woke up). I have even had recurring nightmares about being paralyzed which resulted in my inability to move for nearly three minutes after waking. These dreams, however, pale in comparison to the one I had last night...
It started out like oh so many other dreams in the respect that I thought I woke up, but in reality, I was still actively participating in dreamland. (I love when my mind plays such cruel tricks on me... it further reassures my suspicions that I harbor self destructive tendencies.) I heard these noises outside my window that sounded remarkably like fingernails on a chalkboard. I am not an idiot, therefore I decided in that instant that I would not be going outside to investigate. I then proceeded to simply blink, and find myself sitting on our front porch smoking a cigarette... (Isn't it remarkable how these things seem so normal when you are in a dream state of mind?) The noises began to grow louder and louder... I leaned forward and glanced toward Murray Place, when I saw him emerge from behind the mailboxes... It was Freddy Kreuger... I am not going to bore you with details of my dream... but I am going to confirm some of the roomates' and my assumptions regarding our neighbors and their willingness to protect us should a monster/inbred maniac/vampire/psycho-killer ever attack the Ghetto...
Tyrie- Just as we suspected, Tyrie jumped onto Freddy's leg and began making his best efforts to hold him back while the roommates and I escaped.
Dudley- Just as we suspected, was in his room, hiding underneath his bed.
Randolph- a.k.a. Ghetto Security, fulfilled our expectations in my dream by spearing Freddy into a wall.
Fitch- He had his gun, blasting holes through the red and green sweater.
Of course, their efforts, (and Dudley's lack thereof) had absolutely no effect whatsoever, and we all died miserable deaths- but that's not the point. The point is: DO NOT WATCH FREDDY VS JASON AND SLEEP ALONE.
 Sure the dream wasn't THAT bad, but when you wake up from said dream, and aren't really sure if you are awake or not... that's when things get complicated...
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 | EAKIN 
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2004-01-31 12:27
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Replace Freddy with Teddy Ruxpin and tell us about THAT in the morning... (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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