Alaina

some scary old lady who's like i love that too though i sound like chandler bing's manager hell yeah no joey's i just started watching friends i dig that um so i was watching this woman standing in the sunlight she was dancing i suddenly remembered i needed to ask her the date and time so i blurted out hey do you know the date and time her serene face shifted abruptly and she stopped dancing the sunlight seemed to lose its shine and the woman began yelling and sprinting towards me

some scary old lady who's like i love that too though i sound like chandler bing's manager hell yeah no joey's i just started watching friends i dig that um so i was watching this woman standing in the sunlight she was dancing i suddenly remembered i needed to ask her the date and time so i blurted out hey do you know the date and time her serene face shifted abruptly and she stopped dancing the sunlight seemed to lose its shine and the woman began yelling and sprinting towards me

You bitch, why would you ask that? I was afraid, so I did the thing I usually do to wake up and counted to five. This time, however, instead of waking up, I shifted into another dream. In this dream, I was wandering up and down bright white stair classes. Stair classes. I realized that as I was... You can probably see my... I'm like, stair classes? That's not what that says. No.

You bitch, why would you ask that? I was afraid, so I did the thing I usually do to wake up and counted to five. This time, however, instead of waking up, I shifted into another dream. In this dream, I was wandering up and down bright white stair classes. Stair classes. I realized that as I was... You can probably see my... I'm like, stair classes? That's not what that says. No.

You wrote staircases. I said stair classes. Bright white staircases reminiscent of the topsy-turvy ones from the final scene in the labyrinth a la David Bowie. So you were meant to read this one? I was. I wasn't alone here either. There were people dressed completely in white, continuously traveling up and down the stairs.

You wrote staircases. I said stair classes. Bright white staircases reminiscent of the topsy-turvy ones from the final scene in the labyrinth a la David Bowie. So you were meant to read this one? I was. I wasn't alone here either. There were people dressed completely in white, continuously traveling up and down the stairs.

Their faces were blank with emotion, and as I'm typing, I can't recall their exact features. However, I was outnumbered 100 to 1. I've had many a weird dream in my life, but this is the first time I've been dropped into a dream that didn't have at least a point of familiarity.

Their faces were blank with emotion, and as I'm typing, I can't recall their exact features. However, I was outnumbered 100 to 1. I've had many a weird dream in my life, but this is the first time I've been dropped into a dream that didn't have at least a point of familiarity.

I was curious as to where these staircases would lead, so I assimilated myself into marching up and down the stairs, good for you, only to find myself on a staircase above more marching people dressed in white. There didn't seem to be an end to the stairs and I realized I must be stuck in a loop of sorts. It occurred to me that maybe this was my punishment for asking what the date and time was.

I was curious as to where these staircases would lead, so I assimilated myself into marching up and down the stairs, good for you, only to find myself on a staircase above more marching people dressed in white. There didn't seem to be an end to the stairs and I realized I must be stuck in a loop of sorts. It occurred to me that maybe this was my punishment for asking what the date and time was.

That's really scary. So in typical me fashion, I decided, fuck this. I stopped in my tracks, turned around, looked at the blank faces of the matching pedestrians dressed in white and shouted, hey, what's the date and time? It was like a shock had gone through the crowd. The steady sound of marching ceased immediately.

That's really scary. So in typical me fashion, I decided, fuck this. I stopped in my tracks, turned around, looked at the blank faces of the matching pedestrians dressed in white and shouted, hey, what's the date and time? It was like a shock had gone through the crowd. The steady sound of marching ceased immediately.

And just like the woman from before, the people dressed in white stopped dead in their tracks. 100 unrecognizable faces shot their eyes to me, faces contorting in rage. They opened their mouths and where the normal parts of the mouth should be, aka teeth, tongue, darkness of a throat, was a bright dark blue light and they were screaming.

And just like the woman from before, the people dressed in white stopped dead in their tracks. 100 unrecognizable faces shot their eyes to me, faces contorting in rage. They opened their mouths and where the normal parts of the mouth should be, aka teeth, tongue, darkness of a throat, was a bright dark blue light and they were screaming.

I found this out last night for the very first time ever. It's a situation.

I found this out last night for the very first time ever. It's a situation.

Yeah. Someone said, what that mouth do? Pretty much. And she said, I don't want to know.

Yeah. Someone said, what that mouth do? Pretty much. And she said, I don't want to know.

Yeah. Why? Because they're too cute on the outside. Well, probably fish bones too.

Yeah. Why? Because they're too cute on the outside. Well, probably fish bones too.