Five dreams to the gallon…
So I found out my car gets five miles to the gallon. Piece of shit.
I woke up this moring with fragments of dreams running through my head. One that I remember quite vividly is as follows: I was at work, walking into a theater to clean it. As I passed by one of the trash cans that was out, I got a whif of what smelled like puke. I took a few steps forward, and blew chunks all over the place. It was.. weird..
I remember that all too well, but I can't remember why I was pissed off when I woke up... I was seriously pissed, like I wanted to kill someone... I remember a bit about people... the more I think about it the clearer it becomes... specific people... a female and a male... I think I know them... I'm not sure... I wanted to kill one of them... the male... It was seriously the weirdest feeling.. waking up from a great sleep, only to be in such a bad mood...