worst nightmare ever.

(copied and pasted from my message to Ryan)

in my dream I guess we were having this house party or something with friends and I was getting really stressed out and starting to swear and yeah. okay, so then the freaky shit happened. I went outside to take a breather (this was now last february I guess) and I guess there was snow on the ground and then I saw one of our cats (the white fluffy one named Dodi (why you needed to know that, I don't know)) running around outside (she's an indoor cat) while smoking a cigarette. then I saw it. there was this old school hospital bed with a guy tied to it outside our gate so then I went back inside freaking out telling everybody. BUT NOBODY FUCKING BELIEVED ME. he was freaking tied to this bed and was being tortured by one of our new neighbor's or something and I thought he was dead. then it was back in the present and the guy on the gurney was back outside our gate. so I FLIPPED OUTTTTTTT. I told everybody that back in feb I had heard this noise and went outside to see what the hell it was and that's when I first saw the guy on the hospital bed. and I guess I had been up close to him and saw what he looked like. and I guess I couldn't do anything about it. it scared me so bad. so back in the present I was explaining this to everybody and I was like "somebody please call the cops" and I did but nobody answered. so I was just flipping out (and me being the crazy myspace addict I am) I went online and posted a bulletin asking if anyone would come over and sleep with me (and by that I just mean sitting in my room with me all night long until I calmed the fuck down) that night so I would feel a little safer. so I guess our family was starting to leave the party and still NONE OF THEM COULD SEE THE GUY ON THE HOSPITAL BED. the only people that could see him were me and my mom and step-dad. but they didn't really see it as a threat. at all. so I was like WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKK?? and I wanted to help the guy but I didn't know how. like it made me SICK what was happening but there was nothing I could do. then the next day I guess all of a sudden these guys came w/ a wheel chair and moved the hospital bed I guess, but they didn't take it away, it was still in front of our gate. I guess the neighbor guy was "leaving us a present" or some shit. I thought he had taken the guy back, but turned out he had just removed the mattress and left the guy there naked against the metal bars. he was all collapsed and unmoving. and I asked my parents if we could call the garbage truck or something to have it taken away but they said "Oh, we don't want to be rude and think we don't want it," and of course I was like WWHHAATT TTHHEE FFUUCCKK?????????????
what upset me the most was the fact that no one fucking believed me and I couldn't do anything to help this guy and that my neighbor was like mentally torturing me. IT
WAS
AWFULLLLLLLL

then Alexandrea texted me and I woke up.
thankfully.
so yeah, long dream.
scary as fuck.
like I started explaining it to my dad and almost started crying.