#hellaweird

me: I am holding onto it.

e: good.

Woke up from a dream where I had gotten in a van with a traveling family of serial killers posing as a church group (19 kids & counting sized family.) A little girl kept telling me stories that didn’t make sense while she uncomfortably played with my hair. We stopped in a dead looking town filled with crackheads at a record store. The leader of the “church group” went inside to talk to someone, but even he seemed extremely cautious. I kept trying to call my cousin & my brothers to tell them how bad I fucked up & didn’t think I would make it home. My calls wouldn’t go through. When I finally got a hold of them they told me it was my own problem to sort out. I told them I loved them. The little girl came up to me with a boy telling me that this was where mama took the ones she wanted to play with & if they weren’t nice everyone got punished. Finally getting creeped out I tried to call for help when I got phone jacked by a crack baby that ran into a guarded house. I lost my shit & started breaking all the windows. It was turning into a crack head vs psychotic family showdown for who gets to mutilate the little Asian kid (that’s me yo.)