I just had this dream. I woke up five minutes ago. Listen if you want. Cursing ahead.
It was called Insecurities. I was out with my three friends on the last day of school, riding my bike down the sidewalk. The next thing I know, the bike is gone, and we're going to find it. We ask two people, and they say they have seen it.
Down the roads we go. I tossed my friend into the middle of the train tracks that replaced the streets. They betray me, saying we should go get dunkin donuts and coffee and forget about it.
"No," I say. "I've done so much shît for you, and you won't even help me find my bike."
It's as if I appear in a doctor's office, sobbing my eyes out. They're offering to make me a 'new bike.' I get to choose the material and everything. It seems fine. But I keep crying. I don't know what they're saying.
I wake up where I fell asleep, and run to my room. In my mirror, my face is disfigured. My tongue is greenish-white from 'carbohydrates' (which doesn't make much sense to me), my eyes mismatched and without pupils. The irises are brown, floating off somewhere in my sclera. My teeth are sharp and greening and rotten.
I run downstairs to my mother. I'm blubbering words; my bike, my insecurities. Then, when I stick my tongue out to show her, she turns into a monster herself.
I wake up again. The same thing happens, except this time, I don't look into the mirror. My mother actually comforts me. I never knew if I looked the same way.
Then, I actually woke up.
