Marble Compostion Notebook

I used to be with it, but then they changed what it was. Now what I'm with isn't it, and what's it seems weird and scary to me... and it'll happen to you!
Apr 15
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Dream

I was about to have sex with ********.  We casually stumbled into a bit of intimacy.  We could feel it building between us, and it finally had to happen in that moment.  We were being very honest and open to each other, in a very good way.  It was all very passionate.

And as we hurriedly walked to the bedroom from the hallway, we could hear a commotion on the fire escape just outside the building.  We looked out; there was a fight scene from “The Dark Knight” happening.

******** looked concerned.  “Don’t worry,” I said, “they won’t come anywhere near us.”

And just > moments < before we could get past the doorway, Batman, the Joker, and some assorted thugs crashed through the window and rolled to our feet.

And they proceeded to have an incredibly gruesome fight.  It was bloody and animalistic; one or both of them should have passed out from pain.  Somebody should have realistically died from the wounds.

******** was getting concerned for their safety, and I considered that a massive distraction from my plans.

I decided to just end the fight myself.  I joined in, trying to murder everyone involved, so I could return to the women I was with.

It didn’t work.  For some reason, they just fought through the pain and kept charging me.

I got one last glance at ******** and saw in her eyes, that the moment was over.  It was never coming back, and we both knew instantaneously that it could never be as good.

So I decided to kill myself.  I jumped out the window.  The pavement came at me hard and fast.  It was all very exhilarating (I am afraid of heights in the waking life).

I hit the ground.  I was still alive; I didn’t jump from a far enough height.

“I can’t even do this correctly.”

Batman jumped down after me.  Drenched in so many people’s blood (including his own).  Hiding the throbbing pain, he started spouting some line about vigilance or justice.

I got up and went “Forget it; I’m done.  I don’t want to play this game anymore.”

And I walked away.  With my back turned, I could feel everyone getting confused.

“He’s just walking away?”

(Wake up.)