well, last night i had the craziest dream. i could have sworn it was real. in the dream i was Spanish and living with my Spanish family. apparantly we lived in a Mexican neighborhood and everything was going fine. until i realized that it was May 29, which for some reason i kept saying was Cinco De Mayo which made absolutely no sense, and then everyone started freaking out. apparantly on May 29 of the previous year, these guys dressed in all black hunt down all of the Spanish people in the neighborhood. for the rest of my dream i was running away from these people, hiding in tall grass, escaping in sewer ducts, hiding at friends' houses...but everywhere i went they were following me. one by one they picked off everyone i was with and everyone that hid me was killed. eventually they captured me but i escaped by choking one of them out with my handcuffs and grabbed his key. i then took one of their weapons and was able to free my brother. the next day the guys in black disappeared and we were picking up what was left of our community. i was regarded as a hero for saving my brother and surviving the attack as only a few were left. we then counted the days until it would happen again.
i honestly don't know why i dreamt about that. no i don't do drugs, and i wasn't drunk, but i was however watching George Lopez before i went to sleep. either way it felt so real as i felt all the cuts and bruises and the emotional pain of watching people die as well as killing a few myself. it was like i was in a movie but for real.
i know with my avatar it is hard to take me seriously, and i am sure that this story won't help either