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letra de interlude one (the dream) - young mvchetes

[excerpt from intercepted conversation #0089551]

[coughing]
ah, man. so, dude, i had this dream the other night, right?

right

and, man, uhh – it was pretty spooky

oh yeah?

yeah

like how?

well, like – okay, so basically what happened was, in the dream, i was at my old house, that old trailer we used to live in. and something’s off, i can’t quite tell what it is, but something doesn’t feel right, you know? there’s this fear like, f-cking growing or something in my chest, i don’t know, it’s weird. but i start looking around, and uhh, i see them through the window. they’re walking around outside, these slendermen type figures in suits and sh-t with a big yellow smiley face for a head, and they got blood all over them. and they’re just slinking around and sh-t, looking for something. at this point, i’m pretty f-cking spooked, so i kind of duck down a little bit from the window, and one of them sees me and makes this noise like a f-cking alarm or something, but his face doesn’t move. their faces never move. so i run to my room, and shut the door, but i can’t hear or see them anywhere, not even through the small window i have in my bedroom. it’s quiet for a moment, but then all of a sudden, i hear this banging on my door, right, like someone’s trying to get in, and it’s [unintelligible noise], my friend. heh, my f-cking brother, d-mn near. and he’s f-cking screaming bl–dy murder, begging me to let him in, crying please please, i’ll do anything. but i hesitate, and i don’t let him in. no matter how much he keeps screaming, i don’t let him in. but he doesn’t stop, and i’m freaking out, so finally, i start to reach for the door when a f-cking chainsaw comes buzzing through the door with f-cking blood on it, and my friend is screaming this blood curdling scream as i can see his f-cking blood leaking from under the door. and my door’s f-cking vibrating, but finally the screams stop, and it’s just the buzzing, nothing else. i try going out my window, but right as i turn to it, one of them is staring right at me. but then, i woke up. nothing happened, just a dream

jesus

yeah. […] but, what’s weird is, the scariest part of the dream wasn’t the blood and the gore, or even the random figures. the scariest part was the fact that i didn’t open the door. my friend needed me, more than anything, in that moment, and i didn’t help him. i stood by and waited for him to die. in that moment, i let fear control me, and stop me from doing anything but remaining still. and, uhh, that really disappointed me

d-mn. uhh – are you okay?

yeah…yeah. i’ll be okay. just a dream

- young mvchetes

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