I really don't know why but I have been having voilent dreams, most of the time they are trips with meaning but lately just for kicks its been violent I would guess. Anyways the one that scares me the most is the first one I had at the beggining of this trend.

Basically it begins at my friend Julia's apt. Big bash everybodys drinking and havin fun and stuff until this lil gang banga dood just goes off! Naturally we are all around tryin to calm this guy down, when he hits Julia. WHoa! Not kewl, and doubly so here. I immediately pounce and just go to town on this guy. Kickin screamin throwin him through their screen door and kickin him repeatedly when he wouldn't get up any more. Boy did it feel gooooooood. SO we fix the screen door and go back to the party. Time passes.

So he comes back a few hours later a bit bloody but none the worse for wear. He walks in and I move to intercept him. Out comes a gun, I start taunting him and questioning his manhood because he needs a gun to deal with me. You know classic Friday style. YOu kicks just don't know how to take a good ass whoopin. Wasn't that it? Ah well, anyways I just keep shouting these insults until gun is put down. TO which I begin to kick his ass again. Oh yeah once again it felt good to kick him. But this time I break his right elbow as he tries to punch me. Once again I leave him on the porch and time passes.

Well I get jumped by like 8 thugs, wow this sounds familiar and I go to town once again. I woke up as I got hit in the face with a bat. WHoa! wierd ass dream. More like that lemme tell ya. But it frightens me on how much joy I took in hurting these guys. I'm always afraid of fighting because what if I crack and just rage? Oh well save such thoughts for a later time and back to the grind.