then i've had some of the dreams i like to call nightmares, where i literally wake up in a cold sweat. one such nightmare happened to be on the eve of my nineteenth birthday. i was going to a redd family party when i decided to call my jonny to meet me there. as i was walking into the house, i dialed up his number, and a girl answered. i asked for my boyfriend and she replied oh he's busy right now but you'll see him in a second. completely bewildered, i look up and see my ex boyfriend's little sister on the phone, looking at me, standing by her was him. and he's talking to my family. she smiled and waved me in while mouthing something, the girl one the phone was saying exactly what she was mouthing, come on in. i hung up the phone. called jonny. but he wouldn't come help me, telling me he was too busy and didn't want to see me. i proceeded to beat up my ex boyfriend while trying to wake myself up. when i woke up, i promptly ran into the bathroom and threw up. i do not like nightmares.
nothing beats this nightmare though. my dad died, me alexis and olivia were still living at home. and my mom married donald trump. desperate to be rid of him, the three little girls take him to church and tell him horrible stories about how our mom hated him and only married him for his money. oh what our minds want us to dream about.
