I currently live in a shitty 4 apartments building that is right in the middle of a big upper middle class area. Today when i woke up someone was blasting XXXTENTACIONs look at me through the streets or their yard or something. fitting.
Also i showed my gf yung lean and she said he looks like the ugly bully kids in middle school. she's right.
also i cant stop listening to percs
how are you all
I'm still kind of fucked up from my dream. The earlier parts of it I can't remember in detail, but I was with my mother and brother in some building. There was some black guy in the lobby with a cart that had a spritz bottle and several bottles of champagne and other alcohol. he was spritzing people that came in to get them sterilized or some shit. Mom went off downstairs to a dental office. I talked to the black guy, forgot what he said and followed my mother downstairs. Downstairs it was a dimly lit library. I found my brother among the books and that's the last I remember of that part. I was then at a college, a HBCU I think as I only remember seeing black people. There was some partying and shit and then there were a crowd of people gathering around something I saw a doppelganger of myself twice. My clone was wearing a blue top with matching basketball shorts and was with a group of these young dark skin guys in the parking lot. All of their cars were decked out in chrome.
I asked the person next to me "Do you see this?" and he remarked "Yeah duh, so what?" as if it was normal that I had a doppelganger. I approached my duplicate. She didn't say anything to me or really even acknowledged I was there, but she let me reach into her hair and stroke her soft dreadlocks. There was an oily residue on my fingertips.
"I needed to lay off just a little bit with the oil," I thought to myself.
It looked a party was about to start or they would just start playing music at least and I decided to head to nearby building on campus. The dusty brick walls made the place feel old. On my left I saw a large window that looked down into a room that resembled an auditorium. A music class was being held. I stepped inside and went into the back trying not to be noticed and sat at a desk. I thought to myself "This would be a great place to hide if I needed to." I then got up and left.
I saw something move on my right and R. Kelly walked in. My brain wasn't acknowledging how unusual it was that a famous R&B artist just walked in here, but I just kept going forward into a hallway. I stopped at the first door on the right where I saw a middle aged black woman arranging a plate of hors d'oeuvres. I felt R. Kelly's presence behind me. I walked into the room.
"Hi Ms. Ella!" I greeted.
"Hey baby. We're about to have a meeting in here in a little bit, but you're welcome to try a little bit of this."
"Thanks."
I grabbed a cracker, racked it in the dip and ate it. I thanked Ms. Ella again on my way out and continued down the hallway. R. Kelly was still behind me. A tune popped in my head and I said "Give it to me big papa." I suddenly felt R. Kelly's presence behind me again. I continued down the hallway and turned the corner on the right and found a dead end of locked doors. I turned around and saw R. Kelly was no longer behind me. I headed back the way I came and I suddenly felt him again and looked over my shoulder and saw him. I started running and he ran after me too.
"GET DOWN!" someone shouted.
I was confused in my situation and was looking for the shouter.
"GET DOWN!" the voice repeated and this time I listened to the advice.
I ducked, closed my eyes, and clenched my knees. I felt R. Kelly trip over me and a couple seconds later I heard a gunshot. When I opened my eyes and stood up I saw him sprawled on the floor with a hole in his neck and blood spilling on the floor. I looked past him and saw Ms. Ella standing outside her door brandishing a revolver. Before anything else happened I heard a doorbell and I was back in reality.