I had a dream about a girl last night, so this is your warning-
SNCA AHEADSo it begins with me being late for curfew at my house. This fat chick rolls up on a motorcycle and asks me if I need a ride. I tell her yes, and explain why. She decides to go extra fast for me, and we end up crashing into a ditch, killing her, because we flew 100 feet into the air, on par with dream logic. I wander into the swamp near the highway and set up a camp. Suddenly, these weeds wrap around my legs and begin to pull me through the swamp. Try as I might, I couldn't stop it. It pulls me to this mobile home in the middle of the swamp, and I find out a squirrel was controlling the weeds to bring me here. I wander into the house and meet the girl; she has long, soft brown hair with warm brown eyes, a pretty face and skinny body, and she had all the traits I pray to find in a girl- cute, shy, kind, sweet, etc. She just had this THING about her that made me know she was the one- we talked for a little while, and she told me that her father was abusive, and she also lived with her mother. I hear her father yelling like a drunk in the room next to us, and hear him coming to see what was going on.I found a shotgun on a dresser next to the front door, and as soon as I found some shells for it, her mother walked in. I casually ask her if the gun takes 12 or 20 gauge, and she casually tells me 12 (birdshot). So I load up a couple rounds, and wait at the door for her father to come so I could fucking kill him. Now the rest of this is fuzzy; I, for some reason, didn't kill him, but I guess nobody had a problem with me staying there, and he didn't beat the fuck out of me. The next thing I remember, I saved her from getting beat, and she hugged me- I felt the hug, I could feel her hands, arms, and breasts touching me, I could feel her warmth, I haven't been hugged in a long time, Zaryans, I'm oh so lonely. Then I woke up. I miss her so much, she was perfect. I wish she existed, I loved her. What kind of God dangles the thing I want most in front of me and takes it away? Especially in this economy, we're finding a girl like this that is easier to find in your dreams. I feel like I should tell the internet racists this because I feel like you niggas would understand my problem, better than anyone in my life could, due to them being mindless hedonistic faggots. This dream made me cry for the first time in years. By the way, this lucid dream was way longer
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