THIS NIGHT HAD BEEN A MESSY GANG OF HOURS.

I awoke from some kind of sick nightmare at one in the morning. I saw a girl in the crowd and as I put out my hand to shake hers, her eyes turned black and wide. With the drastically vile image I awoke.

As i drifted back in to the unconscious I fell sideways in to another peculiar dream. I met a family who I got to know over a period of time. The daughter and I became the best of friends, I remember riding around on some kind of boat with her talking about the difference between bottled water and tap water (how dull for such a colourful trip in to sickness). Me and this family sat and watched their house being burgled from a distance. After watching the burglary for a while. We chased the robber and caught her. She was a gaunt woman. Who at the time looked addled with crack and disease.

My alarm rings, I am pulled savagely from this picture. Its eight, the decision to sleep in and ditch university arrives quickly. To my shock as I go back to sleep, the dream for once in my life reoccurs. I was in a car, I drove to the family house and instead of the house lay lumps of mud and greenery. I hear the girl shouting and as I drive towards the voice. I come to a walkway by the shore of the sea. For some reason I drive up the walkway and off it. submerging myself and the car. By the time my mind had processed the fact I was about to die, i got out of the car. On my way the surface, I see the girl floating around, with her legs folded like buddah and her eyes wide open. I then wake up.

A cataclysm of brain fucked confusion. Had I danced with demons?