i had a dream last night. it happened right before i woke up.

laura and i were in her house talking in her bed. i went down to leave, and then someone announced that an ex boyfriend…or maybe it was just someone who liked her (laura has no ex boyfriends except myself)…of laura’s was about to come in the door. so i ran back upstairs and started making out with her to make him jealous.

he came in the front door enraged, and knew my tongue was in her teeth. i ran down her spiral staircase and he was standing in front of the door, heaving in anger. or maybe he had diahrrea. he came at me and i kicked him, hard, in the kneecap. he fell down screaming and grabbed my leg and pulled me down so my head hit the hard tile floor and started bleeding. we were right next to the table so i grabbed a chair and hit him over the head with it. he fell onto his back and tried to get up but i mashed one of the cross beams connecting the legs of the chair into his throat and had laura’s brother stand on it with me (he had been standing there in his doorway watching it all, i guess).

“aren’t we going to kill him?” he asked.

“no, he’s going to pass out.”

he stopped flopping and we stayed there for a few more seconds.

“i think he’s dead,” luke said.

we took his pulse.

“you’re right,” i said. then i went back up stairs and made out with laura some more. then i woke up.

the reason, i believe, for such a violent dream is, i’m sure, because i was listening to smog right before i went to bed. his slow, soothing strumming must have enraged me.