Show me that good things come to those who wait

oh! i almost forgot to share with y'all about my freaky nightmare.
so it's like this.
i was playing this game i don't kno what's it call.
the 'person' in the game became alive in reality.
i was one of the victim that the 'person' was aiming for.
to kill, of course.
i ran my butt off far away from the 'person'. took a gun shoot shoot shoot!
the 'person' was still alive. not dead.
even how many zillion times i shoot the 'person', the 'person' still stood straight and laughed away with his great common evil laugh. "muahahahahahaha you are going down, Wendy", he said.

my mom was somehow in the dream too.
we were all screaming our lungs out for help. "AHHHH!!!! HELP!!!!!!! ANYONE?!?!?!?!"
policemen came and what do you kno, they didn't help us.
they were just useless for us. instead, they were deadly shot by the 'person'.

the 'person' i am talking about somehow looks abit like Chucky.
if anyone of you ever watched that movie before, you kno how freaky it is alright.
imagine him in your dream? hah! i know how it feels like now. *shivers*

i woke up.
then, slept back. wth???
amazingly, the horrible dream continued.
THE HEEEEECK?!
i don't want it to be continued! jam jam jam!

this is soooo unfair.
whenever we have like a sweet bootiful dream, they seemed to go *poof* when it gets to the climac part of the dream.
on the other hand, bad dreams. they never seemed to go away.
how shitty can that be?

*breathes in and out*
okay, i'm all good now.
bye folks!

♥