i was at this street near my place and there was this boy sitting in the middle of the (it was night) road, and cars and trucks were swerving around him, and he was all like 'one of them is going to hit me' and his friend was trying to pull him off the road and his other friend was screaming at him from the side of the road, i knew one of his friends from tafe (its like college for trades for you uneducated people out there) and somehow we ended up back at my place because my parents were out holidaying and my brother was at a friends place and we were just sitting in the dining room and the guy that was on the road was sitting under a chair talking with the other person who was sitting under the table drinking a beer. and i was sitting on a chair talking with the guy i knew and i was just looking over at them saying we should see how they are when the guy under the chair shot himself and it didnt make any noise but he fell sideways towards me and even though he shot his head his head was still together but he was dead and his face was gray and his eyes had sags bags till halfway down his head.
and then at some point the cops were coming and we had to get all his friends there before the cops arrived (i think it was to question them and 'debrief' them) and i was like maybe we should cover him up so his friends dont have to look at him. and the guy who was drinking was fat so he sat on him and was like 'that better' and smiled and all while his other friend looked sick. i was like i meant with a cloth or something. and the fat guy sat down on the couch that was where the table had been and looked at the dead guy and looked all sad and freaked, they sort of took it in turns to tell jokes and freak out. acting like the other guys jokes were not funny cause 'look' but then going lets lighten the mood. 'he farted' as friends arived they sort of did the same thing.
i remember people going to hang out in the shed, as the cops interviewed people, i told the cops my part, (it was my house) and they wanted me to point out the guy that had been under the table and i tried to find him i found a guy drinking the same thing he had been but he said it wasnt him, all i could remember was what he was drinking.
when i woke up i wondered how i could have got to sleep in my room after that had happened. then i realised it was just a dream. (bad dream.)
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