(I guess I have seen too many action movies. I don’t even LIKE action movies – not that they’re scary but they’re BORING. I do like horror movies, so it’s really not about scariness. To me action movies are all like “I have a rifle, ratatatatatatatatatataaaaa” etc. But during the christmas I’ve seen some ’cause my stepdad loves those movies XP)
So there was a guy (no-one that I’d know in real life) who liked me and I sort of liked him too, at least a little… He knew that I like certain kinds of drums, and he had bought me one as a gift. I really liked the gift!
Well, there was an other guy who liked me as well. He wanted to impress me better and came to my place carrying a a whole drumset as a gift for me. It wasn’t the first time when the “first guy” had bought me some simple but nice present and then the other guy had copied his idea, trying to give me something of the same kind but even better.
Now the first guy (I’m too lazy to come up with random names for such a short dream) happened to hang out at my place when the second guy came with the drumset.
I started to explain to the drumset-guy, that the 1. guy’s presents might not be as big and expensive as his, but they were more of my style (for instance, I’ve never wanted a drumset, but I like those handmade litte drums) and besides, the whole 1. GUY was more of my style and I prefered him.
I tried to explain it nicely, but the 2. guy totally flipped! He grabbed a rifle from somewhere, and started to fire at the 1. guy!!! I hid in a corner, horrified, when the 2. guy killed the 1. one in front of my eyes. Even when he was completely dead already, the 2. guy just kept on shooting and it felt like if the “ratatatatatata” noise continued for ages! It hurt my ears and I yelled to him to stop but he didn’t until he ran out of bullets!
Then he just came and sat down next to me, looking tired and sad, like if he had only done what he had to do!
-Why did you do that?! I asked.
-Hmm, I don’t really know, he replied, -Sometimes I just feel a need to do something like that. Maybe I’ll come back visit this school again (suddenly it was a school with dorms, and we were in my room, which was empty of any furniture and covered with tiles, like a bathroom).
I understood that he was going to return and shoot some people!
-Well, just PLEASE don’t come there where I or any of my friends are, I begged. (It was like if there were no police at all and I could do nothing to stop him)
-What? Wouldn’t you like me to visit you? he asked with a shocked voice, -I’d so love to see you again!
-Well, you can VISIT me, I agreed (not that I wanted to see him, but I felt that I had no choice), -But not in the sense that you come and kill someone!
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