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My dream about Mariella (nigga you better read this shit)

Mariella! I had a dream about you! Well, a big part of my dream was centered on you.

So, this segment of my dream involving you, I remember it beginning with me carrying Jessica’s (from SNSD) luggage because the bitch left all of her junk to go some place else. The reason why Jessica was in my dream, and as well as the rest of the members of SNSD, is because I was supposed to appear in a show with them. So, while I was carrying her duffel bags and shit, some guy took my duffel bag (full of my clothes) because apparently, while all of this was happening, our whole graduating class of 2011 (all the seniors) is on a trip to the woods. Basically, we’re going camping as part of our gradnite trip.

Anyways, when I finally saw the place where we’re staying, it was raining and I had to cross the street to get to you guys and so I jaywalked, because I’m a fearless motherfucker in the dream. However, my jaywalking caused the entire traffic to stop, and since it was raining, a few number of cars crashed (only from bumper to bumper) and there were even some bicyclists in the mix.

So, when I finally made my way across, I saw some of the seniors and I found my usual group of friends (Michelle, Brittany, Lynhea, Anthony, and Remilyn) already having lunch. I went to the cabins and tried to find a vacant bed (since we can choose our own beds.) The inside of the cabin was rather big since there was about three rooms full of beds.

Once I found a bed, I set down all of what I was carrying and headed out. On my way, I encounter YOU and two other friends of yours. I didn’t know who they were and in the dream, you seemed close to them, kinda like your bffs or something. We were just talking and this part of the dream was rather blurry and it just skips to you asking me if I wanted to join you and your friends to eat at this BBQ place nearby. After I accepted your offer, we got on your car (yep, for some reason you had a car in this dream) and we went on our way. You were the driver, by the way.

We were driving on a one-lane freeway and the surroundings was basically all farmland so the ride was pretty long. After about 7 minutes or so, I suddenly remembered something: I didn’t have my duffel bag. I realized that it was Jessica’s crap I put on my bed. Fucking bitch!

Anyways, I mumbled “Oh, Mariella, I forgot something…” Upon hearing me say that, you drove a little bit off the road and did a U-turn. I asked you if it was okay and you said yes. So, on the way back, I started noticing that you would speed up from time to time. Then, this became more frequent. I would watch you try to race against a few merging cars to get ahead of them and even this one truck. We almost got crushed by the truck because if you recall, we’re driving on a one-lane freeway.

At some point, you drove into the other lane, against traffic, to try to cut off a few cars that were driving really slow. We couldn’t find a space to cut into and as I looked at the speed meter, we were going as fast as 180 mph! I yelled at you that we were going too fucking fast and when I looked at you, you were… how should I describe it? It was as if you were having some sort of seizure. You were also hyperventilating and somewhat excited/very hyped, as if you were drugged. We were very close to crashing against the on-coming traffic and so I grabbed the steering wheel with my left hand and tried get us back to the right lane.

We bumped into a car and in an instant, our car crashed and I remember seeing black, white and mix of other colors as our car flipped in the air. For some reason, I remember grabbing at your neck and then, when we hit solid ground, my head violently banged back and forth due to the impact of our landing. We landed perfectly on all four wheels.

When I got out, my head was still fucked up and as I stumbled to get on my feet, I fell on my knees and saw a bottle of liquor near me. One thought shot through my mind: “Fuck, they’re going to think that we were driving drunk!” And, right after I thought of that, I picked up the bottle and, believe this, I tried to throw it INSIDE THE FUCKING CAR, WHICH I HAD TO DO TWICE SINCE I WAS ALL FUCKED UP IN THE INSIDE AND THE BOTTLE KEPT SLIPPING OUT OF MY HANDS.

What in the flying fuck, right? In this dream, what I was thinking at that moment was that I wanted to frame you, to put the blame on you. I really didn’t know why. It could’ve been due to the spur of the moment and I wasn’t thinking straight. If there was anyone to blame for this accident, I wanted to blame you entirely. I didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that I also helped, that I contributed to this accident by grabbing the steering wheel. Even if I did that to avoid hitting the on-coming traffic, shit still happened anyway.

Then, obviously you were dead and I survived. From the moment on, I couldn’t get over it. I remember crying a lot. Then, I was back at the cabin and saw everyone was already sleeping. I even found fucking Jessica sleeping soundly on my bed. MY FUCKING BED. I was in a whirlpool of emotions and I was still fucked up. As I walked around to try to find a bed, Remilyn woke up and asked me if I wanted to sleep with her on her bed. But, just when I thought I had found a solution to my problem, Remilyn suddenly told me that I had to sleep on the foot of the bed since she was also sharing it with Michelle. In my head, I was like “WHAT THE FUCK.” Yeah, some best friend you are!

Suddenly, I found myself in a class reunion ten years later. It was our c/o 2011 class reunion. Every minute or so, I would cry uncontrollably every time I remembered what happened. I went to see a number of our old classmates and I would cry my heart out to them every time I told them about the accident ten years ago. In this dream, I seriously cried a lot, like a little bitch. But I cried sincere, remorseful tears.

Then I woke up. Yeah.

If you’re wondering why this is what I dreamt of, the most accurate answer would be because a friend of mine died in a car accident about three days ago… it affected me pretty bad.

But don’t let this get you down! My parents always told me that every time you dream of someone who dies in your dream, they’ll live longer! You might not know this but I’ve dreamt of so many fucking people dying. These bitches better be thanking me for making their lives longer. Including YOU! Haha!