See, the thing about last night was that I had this dream and in this dream I saw my old boss (sort of) and we were in this really enormous house that was like a maze of rooms and halls and stairs and I kept getting lost in it. I ran into it from the street because I was being chased down by my boss. My boss who desperately wanted to fuck me. I remember not being scared of him at first- he was after all a friend to me for a long while and when we met up it was at a bar and he was supposed to read poetry and I was there to listen but the walls were falling down so he grabbed me and tried to kiss me and I let him but then it was weird so I pulled away and he was all like, you know you want to, and so I ran. I ran into this big house and he followed me and that's when it got scary. I got lost in the stairs of the house and all the while I could hear him just behind me, trying to find me, trying to fuck me. The feeling that i had when i opened my eyes today can't be put into words because i'm the sick fuck that i am. not saying that i enjoy my nightmares but i do get something out of them sometimes.

Now I really need to get stoned, as I haven't quite yet but give me five minutes and I'll probably need to take a "crying game" shower and be haunted by these images and feelings I've just resurrected in my mind.