xD I had a really weird dream last night.
This is all I remember, and the last half...
It had something to do with a house I'd seen before, no idea where though.
Apparently the owner died, and he gave his only daughter a key to the locked part of the house in his will.
Me and a group of other people were in it, and we were exploring.
First, there was a large waiting room, with two doors right next to each other to the far left side. They both had small hallways leading to a smaller waiting room, and one ended up being a spa like place, filled with mirrors and creamy tile, the other a couple of rooms with beds sunk into the floor.
Everything was plastered over with photos and random MCR and other band stuff, and so we went into the Room Hall.
It obviously slanted down, and you could hear rushing water from the other side of the walls, the floor, even the ceiling; and the carpet was damp, like it was sinking into an ocean or something.
One of the girls with me (a blonde) said, "Why would she give the key away, and trash this place?"
No one knew what she was talking about.
The blonde girl kept getting really upset about the water ("We weren't meant to live down here!" wink so we turned to leave.
Gerard and Frankie were sitting in an alcove. They looked really sad.
And I said, "I would stay if it were meant to be."
And then we left. We went to the Spa Room... something happened, and I woke up with this really rather morbid poem in my head.
"No one knows what it's like
to cut your wrist and let it bleed
'til it feels like there's nothing
left inside and it stops.
'Cause everyone dies
from something small,
like a blow to the head
or a dagger through the heart."
It even has it's own snazzy tune. xD
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