Recorded at 8.00am I am at <PERSON>'s old house with <PERSON> and <PERSON>. We are sitting in the lounge room and talking about movies. <PERSON> mentions about owning all the need for speed movies and that she kept them all tucked away under the TV in the unit. I have a look and notice that she had about 3-4 movies of need for speed [there is only 1 need for speed movie IRL. I figure she meant the Fasf and Furious movies]. <PERSON> mentions about putting on the movie Gladiator. I get excited and tell them that it is my favourite movie. I see a scene of <PERSON> in the battle arena. He is angry and starts to attack the enemies. He lunches and stabs the man in the throat. It looks pretty gruesome and real. I am now sitting down on the floor in a room full or people. People are introducing themselves by saying their name. I tell everyone I am a faggot. Most people have a laugh and some are rather confused at why i randomly said that. I think quick of an explanation on why I said that and mention to the people sitting in front of me that they should probably move away from me and give me front row view. We must have been watching something for me to say that. I Am with <PERSON> and we are inside a pub. We are purchasing tickets for something. I walk towards the entrance of my primary school and just hands me a ticket with a envelope. The envelope has the ticket number written on it in blue texture. We make our way back into the pub and I give them my tickets. They tell me it is invalid and I cannot use it. I check my pockets for another ticket in case I grabbed the wrong one, but could not find anything. I start to feel a sense of danger and quickly grab a few things off the bar and leave the pub, leaving my wallet behind. I am thinking about <PERSON>, the nemesis of <PERSON>. I see him coming my way and I try and hide by walking around the medical clinic as he walks around if also. Keeping out of his sight. I am now about 100m up from the clinic and I see <PERSON> coming my way on a motorbike. He does not look as big and scary as the real <PERSON> but similar. He is quite slow at trying to grab me and I keep pushing him away as he gets closer on his bike. Eventually he gets a hold of my arms and he seems pretty strong. I pull free and grab a nice sized stick that is not too far away. I begin hit <PERSON> with it, over and over again. It does not do enough damage as I was intending too. I am now in the clinic of pub and I ask for my wallet that I see on the counter. They mention about my invalid ticket and give me a refund, and tell me it may have been due to me not showing my concession card. I tell them I did not show my concession card as I only thought I had to if I get asked. They tell me that I was lucky not to get a $50 fine also. Side Notes: Reminder to add an alarm which turns itself off after a couple seconds.
Place withheld · 2014-07-26 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive
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