dreaming

i kept dreaming about girls recently.
dont worry, they are all nice, clean ones. (both the girl and the situations)
anyway, some idiots interpret that as love's on its way.
well screw you love, you're coming so late, please come later.
zzz. then i had more dreams.
weird ones. like.
graveyard.
this girl, who looked pretty demented.
girl: since there is no longer meaning in you living, maybe there will be
meaning in your death.
drags her old grandma, roughly yet somewhat lovingly.
A freshly dug pit had a makeshift cross.
it was gruelsome, the cross, it was just patched with algae and was steaming.
yes, you could see the clouds of condensed vapour just rising away, portraying
a sinisted and definitely unnerving scene.

*pop* *wakes up*
some idiots think that its because i have offended many girls recently.
others think that it coincides with this one which im about to say...

a mafia boss, yes, thats me, im the mafia boss.
i have really cool shades, a suit throughly befitting a boss.
" you die biatch!"
*draws out a gun*
the gun was a d-eagle, it was jet black, just like my hair which was combed backwards
and the suit i wore which did not carry the slightest flaw.
squeezing the trigger,
gum shot out. i did the eyebrow, open eyes big try to look very shocked look.
*pop* *wakes up*

both dreams added together, shattered image, broken dreams.
a sense of disappointment or utter shame.
eh. whatever!