versaemerge:

So this morning I woke up staight out of a dream. I remember it pretty perfectly and lots of you have been asking me to post them so here it goes…

Blake, Jerry, Devin, and I were in a huge old broken down ballroom. The blue and red tiles were covered in scum and had vines busting out of the floor, crawling up the walls and hanging from the ceiling. We found an old piano tucked away under some stairs, we dragged it out and started to play it, surprisingly it was perfectly in tune. We noticed broken lights and bottles everywhere, there were shoes hanging from the ceiling, it was oddly wrecked, like people had just been there. All of a sudden a school bus pulls up and opens the door, I’m not sure why but we all knew we had to get on so we did. The driver was my 5th grade bus driver! She was a black lady who always played old funk. After we were riding for a while I noticed that we were in Madeira beach which is a few miles From where I live. I started to get all excited jumping from seat to seat, sticking my head out the window, then suddenly the bus came to a stop and the driver ” this is you right?”. For some odd reason I couldn’t remember if it was but i grabbed the boys and we got off, as soon as we stepped out of the bus it became night time and all these bums began to walk up and white trash drunk people started to stumble out the bar. Then I instantly remembered that we’re about 5 miles from my house and being stuck in Madeira was not a good thing. It looked like harmless zombies were walking back in fourth, like they were on loop. We started walking along the beach thinking it might be a safer route then this middle age woman in an old pink shirt and some touristy board shorts jumped of a wood piling right in front of us, she said her name was Trish and she saw us break into the old ballroom and throw a huge party.we were all confused because we couldn’t remember how we got to the ballroom or anything she claimed we did. We started to look at our clothes and noticed they were destroyed and we were all dirty, devins shoes were missing, Jerry had cigarette butts stuck all over him and in his hair and Blake was perfectly clean in a white shirt and grey pants but he couldn’t talk, his voice completely stopped working. I started to feel sick and puked violently. It was coming thru my nose and I wasn’t throwing up food or liquid, it was something solid that kept coming pushing it’s way up my throat, it was almost to big to even fit out my mouth. i stood in the beach bathroom looking in the mirror and could see these chunks coming up my neck, I started crying and freaking out destroying the bathroom. I know this is disgusting but it’s a dream. So we decided we needed to put the pieces together and figure out what the hell happened. This part of the dream I can’t remember at all… But we soon discovered thru a series a flashbacks that we played a show and had the whole audience follow us to a broken down building which ended up being a beautiful ballroom and we all completely trashed the place. We were breaking lights, throwing things off stairs, jumping off the roof, just going nuts! And I ate a side of a cardboard box and that’s what I was puking up. THE END.

-Sierra