….I was in a really quaint beautiful retro house of some girl friend who I thought (new acquantance) was very cool, and was touring her cool little retro house, noticing neat lamps, old fifties stuff. But then I stumbled by mistake into a room that was a retro kitchen gone wrong first (it looked like someone had pasted grapes and ketchup to all the seats of the vinyl diner chairs at the kitchen table yet in this very purposeful artsy way, and there was wierd green stuff draining down the sink. Something was not right in this house.
I then however, stumbled into her “pets” room by mistake and was instantly overcome by wierd things crawling all over me. Some I physically removed like this huge gross scorpion or centipede thing, and I stepped gingerly around some other crawling things, and the tarantulas I knew wouldn’t harm me, but then I realized I had small quarter-sized spiders all over my head around the temple area and started running out the door screaming for her to get them off me! –the worst part being that I didn’t want to destroy them because I knew they were her pets and hadn’t intended to hurt me and probably wouldn’t unless I did something stupid…
But then I thought, you know? I could die. So as she quietly rushed me past a huge box of antidote pills in the laundry room and was trying to remove them one by one and I started to actually feel them dig into my scalp and I PANICKED, I thought it would be easier to just
WAKE UP!!!! WAKE UP!, which I did.
SHIT!! Happy F!@*&%$#!! Halloween!!! I said to myself, panting on the side of my bed.
I don’t like Mondays.
At least I hope you got the same electric charge out of it I did. Ew.
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