The lost cause of words walks away with my nerves.

Dream

Ok. So I was graduating from college but I was at my highschool that also transformed into my elementery school. I was running away from campus and ended up in my friends sketchy house. We had to stay there for a long time for some reason and it was kind of uncomfortable. Everyone seemed lazy. Giselle’s cousin Quinn was there. Then when I left I was walking down the street by a forest when these terrifying men swooped out of a cabin on the side of the road. I knew it was trouble so I screamed “Fuck!” and the police showed up with a screeching stop. The bad men were older and looked ghostly. I think some of them might not have had legs. 2 police men took 2 bad men but I was left to the third. He was really nasty. He just kept chasing me and leading me to believe I would be raped and killed. I grabbed a spray paint can from a box and started hitting him over the head with it. It sounded like metal on rock. I could see blood start to come out but I realized something about these men was inhuman and I knew it wouldn’t work. I tried to punch the guy in the heart but there was a hole in his chest and my hand just pushed his shirt in and out of it. He looked at me and laughed. Then I woke up.