VarrhenSpecter

It's becoming harder to remember. I'm walking through a room filled with friends and strangers. I have this feeling that I starring in a Lizzie Mcquire movie without the actual characters. There's a seat to my right, in front of a wall. I'm going to take a seat.

It's strange. I'm feeling sorrow for some reason. I need to cover my eyes so these other people won't see my tears. I don't want them to know why.

I should probably stop crying, but I can't. There's a man looking at me. "What's wrong?" he says. I shouldn't let anyone know why I'm feeling this type of sadness for no reason. I don't see too many of my friends here, I only see a girl I saw on Facebook from one of my friends' list. Here name is Alejandra. She looks pretty, and there's a lot of pretty girls in here right now, maybe they can make my day feel better.

I'm going to take off my shoes then sit back down. There's this blonde girl sitting next to me. She looks Asian too. She doesn't seem to be interested in me, so I probably should try a move on her.

Something is happening! The dream is changing scenes. Me and the rest of the people were now inside my garage back home. Now that they're here, I'm going to comfort them by turning on a laptop in the garage and playing one of my favorite Eminem songs from Youtube. I put on "My Darling" and waited to see their reactions after listening to some of the lyrics. "I always thought if you're gonna murder somebody you should face them, tell em why, look them in the eye then waste then."

After this, it was time to wake up.