“When I was younger, I always struggled trying to figure out what was Reality and what was Dreams. So most of the time I had horrendous, gore-ish night mares.
For example, I remember there used to be a man under my bed, and he was that cartoon criminal kind of character. Black and white striped shirt, black pants, black beanie and a black mask. He would always, ALWAYS be under my bed stabbing me through the mattress while I slept. I would always cry out to my parents to come and check under the bed because he was back. Was it a dream? Was it reality?
Another one I remember, is that I was driving in a car with some random person, and at the time I was like 7, for some reason I was driving? Anyway.. I crashed the car and some how ended up holding my organs in my hand.. and what I mean by holding them, is that I had a huge gash on my stomach and I was just literally holding them trying to keep them from falling out of my body. I remember just walking down the road at like midnight, holding my fucking organs in my hand, bleeding so much. Then some dude pulled over and asked how the fuck I was still alive lol.
Ahh. The good ol’ times...”
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