Thread: Sinking Deeper.

There was a Thanksgiving Day sale at Wal-mart or K-mart or some other corporate cess pool. Brandon and I were waiting to get in outside in line. A lady in front of us told us she had been camping out there for three days. After hearing this we decided to leave, but the line began to move. We went in a decided it was only logical to steal an ass-load of BB and paintball guns. We stole them and went behind the store; conveniently enough there was an abandoned house perfect for war. Brandon stashed his arsenal below the floor in a crawlspace at the bottom of some stairs. I placed mine in a large white plastic trash bag, leaned against the wall.

This was probably a different dream but it involved the people related to those in the latter

I was in a room. A room I don’t recall ever being in before. I could hear Rick in another room, crying, saying "he thinks I’m a joke." I don’t know who the "he" is but I assumed he was just drunk. Later, I was talking to my mom, she was telling me about a phone conversation Rick and amber had. She was making the "I got you asshole face" that amber always makes when she got you asshole.

Also, at some point Brandon got caught for the stealing of the guns. I suppose he was going to court for it at some point. My mom was saying that I probably felt like my younger brothers who had gotten caught stealing. I replied "no, I didn’t get caught, I am the uncatchable one."