Sorry I was gone. Got grounded... (Still am)
Anyway; Other than Hannah biting my finger and inviting me to her house, nothing major to report. (Save for Mishayla and I having fun at her place, but that's my story) I did have this dream a while back that I wanted to post, tho..
Mist clears on a dark, cold winter's night in New York. The mist came from the heat from inside of a nightclub, outside of which three girls stand on the corner. The girls are obviously prostitutes, the only thing sparing them from the cops is the sheer darkness of the street they're on, the only illumination coming from the Pink and purple neon lights from the nightclub behind them. Clad in nothing but short skirts and revealing tops, the girls are huddled together for warmth. The one in the center is a tall brunette, the bustiest of the three, wearing a blue and black outfit. The one on the right is a shorter blonde, with long hair that trailed to her waist. Of the three, she was the one in the middle, in terms of height and chest size. She was clad in pink and white. The final girl, on the left, was both the shortest and had the smallest chest. Her hair was blonde, but was short and barely trailed past her neck. This girl was clad in black and red, but she alone had stockings on as well. She was also the only one wearing glasses. As the girls huddle closer together to fend off a sudden breeze, the roar of a car engine is heard rolling down their alley. They immediatley seperate and try to get the attention of the driver of the car, who stops. The car itself is a black Dodge Challenger, with purple vinyls on the sides. The windows of this car, including the windshield, are tinted black as well. The girls all quiver, both from the cold, and because of the oppourtunity for a job, yet the dread of doing said job. The passenger side window glides down, and the driver motions for the blonde girl on the left to get in. She gets into the car, glad to get out of the cold, but also unenthused about the work to come. The driver pulls away, and turns off his music*. The girl, curious, looks at the driver to try to guage his tastes. He is a tall, thin man, clad in a black dress shirt, a blue shirt underneath that, and black pants as well. He wears glasses, but it's too dark to see the color of his eyes, she notices his hair is short and dark, yet unstyled and messy. She decides to try to advance on him while he's driving, but he either isn't in the mood yet or is too focused on gliding the roaring beast of a car through midnight traffic and over the icy roads. They stop outside an apartment complex, which confuses the girl even more, as she's used to cheap motels. He tells her to get out and follow him. As they walk up, she's distracted by a family leaving the apartments, apparently for a midnight showing of a movie. She slips on a patch of black ice, and yelps. She closes her eyes, but before she hits the ground, is caught by the man in black. She opens her eyes (which she closed in anticipation for the fall), and locks her blue eyes on his intricate grey/green ones. She apologizes, but the man shrugs it off and carries her in. Finding this more romantic than sexual, she again investigates the man while she's in his arms. He's stronger than he appeared, and more broad shouldered. He also seems to have stubs on his chin, as though he had forgot to shave for the past few days. He sets her on her feet outside of an apartment, grabs his key, and motions for her to go in. She walks into a living room/dining room of sorts, with black leather couches, white carpeting and checkered tables and lamps. Before she can absorb the decor, she is forced onto one of the couches by the man in black. Expecting him to start up with her, she loosens her garb as best she can with her numb fingers, and prepares herself mentally, closing her blue eyes yet again. But instead of having this mysterious stranger fall on top of her, she gets hit in the face with a thick, heavy blanket, one that is oddly colored compared to the rest of the decor; it's bright shades of blue, yellow and green. Confused, she looks at the man, who is rubbing his temples with one hand, and holding his glasses with the other. She asks him "Alright, what is it you brought me here for"? The man looks at her, puts his glasses back on, walks over and says "I'm here to give you your life back"---
before she can answer, I awake in a cold sweat. Thoughts?
Xer0 \^/
*The music he was playing was "Stories with Unhappy Endings" by Hundred Reasons.
