I guess it is true about the screaming. I woke up this morning screaming at the top of my lungs, sildenafil covered in sweat with a fever.
Last night I dreamed about the bus, I am trying to write down just what I saw in the dream as I think it is important.
I was sitting in the back of the bus, it was hot, really hot. Girl no 1 and 2 (bitchy as usual) were the only other people there. I was not feeling my best… they were laughing at someone… then there was a man, really horrible face but still there was something about him that made me want to know him… until the knives (I think) came out, it looked like he had many.
The girls wanted me to protect them… how could I? I hate them. The man killed them. It was pretty bloody… I woke up as I wrote before.
I am glad my girlfriend (as Mom so proudly calls her) is picking me up for school… the dream tells me no more bus. It is still hot in my room and in my body, I feel like sex, weird, I hope I am not the Son of Sam….haha.