nightmares

They are interesting. They usually involve Friends, and acquaintances in compromising situations(those are the most scarring) and fantastic horrid adventures and or me in sticky situations that I have trouble getting out off and usually people around me are unaware or apathetic to my plight(I hate those,yes it proves I need a shrink). Last night was about me Chris and the girls going to some concert, half of the men were not wearing pants(seriously this is a recurring team and it puzzles me and I make a lot of jokes about it) which caused me not to really watch the concert. The guide who took us weaving in an out through the concert was Preston Bex's boyfriend (thank the lord he had some pants on). Halfway through it my left side flank started hurting ,I lifted my shirt up and discovered the tip of a small blade was sticking out. I then very calmly said huh I must have accidentally shawllowed at dinner gotta get to the hospital.....nobody cared.They did not even give it a second glance...stoopid ,uncaring yahoos. Anyways like any nightmare it had no point except to play on my psychological insecurities. I eventually ended up at a boutique ran by a Pleasant gay man wearing Dani's pink pajamas who told me I best not bleed on the floor and go to the hospital and told me were to buy shoes because my heels broke(as if I would ever wear heels to a concert harrrrr). Then ended up at a shoe store owned by one of my classmates in grade school, who acted like a snot and pretended she did not know me (thanks Frances Mae Trabajo :) ) and then I got some flip flops ,and flagged down a motorela ( a Filipino motorcycled pulled cab) presumably to go to a clinic to have the dangged three inch blade pulled out. Then I heard a bang woke up and realized I overslept.........And you wasted five precious minutes reading this..aahahahahahahah