I was dreaming all happily about a huge school with random people, and I decided to go down stairs. Literally, I was following a girl whom I wanted to fuck (yes, my subconscious is extremely gay). But when I reached downstairs, they were a lot of trashy girls (besides her) and a guy, the guy seemed to want them to rob everybody and -basically- use me as hostage. The girl I wanted to fuck even took out a blade and try to cut my leg with it… and then the alarm clock woke me up-
The bothersome part is, as soon as I started to go down the stairs, I wasn’t myself anymore, I was her. Yes, HER. The girl who broke my heart, the one I kept dreaming about, the one I wanted to be with so badly. My subconscious is so damn cruel.