fucking weird ass nightmares

alright, want to start by saying that i feel extra, extra, extra shitty, dirty, and i got this nasty ass phlegm in my throat. FAWK!!!! it's nasty as fuck. all in my esopagus and shit. i think i spelled that right. fuck spell check.

so i went to sleep last night playing musiq soulchild don't change "i'll love you when your hair turns grey girl...." i always play that shit for some reason even though i'll never be in that situation. yezzir but i had to pause my music for a second to keep on writing. i lost my concentration.

alright, so i fell asleep and i woke up somewhere. a damn train yard, an industrialized area. whatever it was, it was very familiar but it was basically a train yard or whatever. so i drove into the area, passed the train tracks that were always there and then i guess i pulled over. i don't remember if i was in a car or on a bike but i remember stopping close to the train tracks and i went over to this protest. what was it? i don't know what people were protesting over but i saw a bunch of signs plus on top of that people were trying to get their flea market shop on which was in close proximity to the train tracks. there were two of them followed by some another two that were further up which descended into a train tunnel. i was chilling right next to some fense where people had hung signs and were chilling right by there. my brother and my homeboys were there, wilding out protesting and the whole nine. next thing you know, i see a train and i tell my brother to stand in the middle away from the tracks. everybody got my warning so they did what i said and they avoided the conrail freight train that appeared the fuck out of nowhere. everything was going well despite the protest slowly and surely getting out of hand. i don't know what happened to make shit go weary but before i knew it shit got crazy. some huge fight broke out and i started running to where the action was. for some reason, i decided to check my pockets to see if i had my wallet. HUH!!! my wallet is missing. where the fuck did my wallet go? i looked around and i saw my brother with my wallet in my hand. he gave it to me and said this idiot that was rocking a best buy shirt tried to steal that shit. i saw him and i was about to fuck him up. i straight up charged at him and he was running around because besides me, there was like six people chasing him ready to bust his head open. i wanted to get him first and boy, i really wanted to kill that dude. i was real close to getting in my hands on him, just about itches away and that's when some police officer got inbetween him and me. i was pissed. that's when some of the protesters including my brother directed their wage from the would be thief to the police officer. motherfuckers were wilding out. there were some people that were chasing that kid away but dayum, shit was absolute chaos.

next thing you know, i blacked out and i end up chilling in i don't know. some hotel or some hospital room. i was laying in bed and had just awoken when i looked around to see where the fuck i was at. it was some nice place with a tv against the wall and some shelves. there was a certain to my left and a window that had no certain on it. it looked grey outside from what i could see. i don't know what it was but i see this indian woman that is dressed up in these robes, drapes and scarfs to my right cutting up plantains right in front of me. i was confused like where the fuck was i? who the fuck are you? i think i said something to her, she said something to me and i looked back to my life and i see two other indian guys dressed up in some colorful shirts with their shirts unbuttoned showing their chest. they were looking over at her and me and they said something. i looked back at her like what the fuck is going on here. i don't know what happened after that but i passed out again and woke up.

as for life, L-I-F-E S-U-C-k-S. i have to say this though. i'm all about revealing certain things on this blog but at this moment of time, i have something to say but i don't want to say it. i'll just keep it to myself at a later date. i'll talk when i'm ready to do it. just thinking about it has me feeling a bit down and sad. it's something that is very important though and even though it's not your business, i think you should know.