Amen, the thunderbolt in the dark void....

Originally Posted by Cacophony

I'm walking through a really nice neighborhood to meet some friends. I am standing in front of a really beautiful old victorian home that has several towers leering up at me that seem to almost hit the clouds.

Several people come out of the house, all my age - none of whom I know in real life. They invite me to come stay with them. They show me around to where they live and take me around back through all these dilapidated fences and into little studio apartments. They take me up to one of the towers and I put my things down in a well furnished, cozy room with a window overlooking the neighborhood.

In the morning, a boy comes up and asked if I had been robbed to which I reply I hadn't. The entire rest of the house had been torn to shreds and everyone else had had their rooms ransacked. Mine was in perfect condition, and we all agreed that the robber must have overlooked my room due to the fact that it was hidden so well.

Later, I went out with a friend and we didn't have our ID's on us - we wanted to go to bars. Every time we were walking out side cops would stop and harass us. At one point we went back to our house to retrieve our ID's and I remember looking through a box where I had all of my friends ID's. I was looking them over and wondering why I had them.

I ended up in a bar with my mom and she wanted me to try some coffee drink that was three layers with foam on top that never melted. She wanted me to come see Billy Idol with us. Tickets were 70 bucks so no one else could afford to go.

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