Friday, September 12, 2014

Fist Full of Milk

A couple had taken us in after some tragic event - I remember standing in a work room with the male figure at his work table that was next to a huge screen that overlooked a large grassy field... he said he used to have to bat things off of the screen and remind kids not to lean on it.  The woman figure turned out to be a real evil lady like a flowers in the attic type.... controlling.. she tried to tell me I couldn't make myself another glass of chocolate milk.. I ended up beating her up with the gallon jug of milk held tightly in my fist.

And then went to rinse out the cup I had used previously - then I woke up.

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