scary movie and bad teens
I was watching a scary movie with my family. There were a few sequels that you had to watch to end the ordeal. It had something to do with a small filthy child who spun in slow circles and threatened everyone who was watching the move. The child wasn’t exactly evil, it was more like he was scared and needed help.
There was something famously jewish about the movie. I tried to text meredith that we were watching xxxxxxxx (it had a one word title), but the characters of my text all turned into little black rubbery carbon things in my hand. Adam and I had to rush to the video store to rent the other sequels so we could watch them and end the horror. It took me a long time to decide what shoes and pants to wear. Some teenage dudes were hanging out in my room and refused to leave.
In another dream, a goody two shoes teenager was hanging out with some badass teenage boys on Halloween. the girl’s mother came in to say hi to the teens and ask how their night was. One of the badass teen guys had hidden a syringe in a plastic orange pumpkin halloween candy bucket. The mother found it and, sobbing, emptied it into a wastepaper basket full of wadded up tissues. I was surprised at how much liquid fit into the syringe.
