Katie, this is the nightmare I had about you. I was up about five-thirty because of this dream, and even though it won't happen, I'm writing it down. Text me and tell me you're okay when you see this okay? I'm sorry you're busy, but it was really, really bad.
Last night, you went to the Grandview carnival. Grandview is the city the popular television series 'Ghost Whisperer' takes places in. You went to see a fortune teller with blue-black hair and a flowing white dress who was very, very beautiful. And she warned you not to go home that night, because bad things were going to come, very soon, to you. Pain from somebody you loved.
You went home, though. Disobeyed the tellers' advice, I guess because you were with people who didn't believe in that stuff--I don't even know if you do. Dream you definitely decided not to against her better judgment. Dream you's hair was pink, by the way.
When you got home, it was dark and nobody answered you. Even though it was silly, you were calling for Brad, like, "Hello? Brad?"
And then you laughed at yourself and went to pour yourself some sort of drink I assume was alcoholic. To calm your nerves? I don't know.
And then a hand came over your face, and.... someone we both know was killing you. I think they killed you? The last shot of the dream is a really bloodied Katie with dry, cracked lips calling for me.
And then I woke up.
So, I know it's not real. It's just a very, VERY fucked up dream.
Still.... text me, okay? s:>
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