There's this childhood friend of mine named Jordan Pipo. He was also the former bully from our vilage. He would beat us up 'till we told our elder brothers so he would get beaten up in return.
In this dream, I was following him around our subdivision. Let's just say I was kinda like stalkin' him, with a rock in hand. What I was planning on doin' was that I was gonna' lob the rock I was holding so that it will hit is head and cause a bloody mess!
I was stalkin' him for like 3 hours[I didnt know why it took me that long since I could dash and hide like a fuckin' burglar] so I was really closin' the gap. But when it was time to do the bloody work, I woke up to this shitty nightmare called reality. I guess God doesn't really want me to kill, even in my dreams.
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