Hey kids, I'm new to this community but I'm a friend of
troublewalking, and the boys, and, as was recently discovered, apparently a distant relative of Edgy. Anyway I had this really screwed up dream about
troublewalking and edgy, and it was so absurd I figured I'd share.
So...
troublewalking and I lived together, apparently, in this really really *nice* house with my dad and step mother. (I really don't know why. But we did!) And ...after awhile, Edgy apparently came to stay with us. He was living in a beat up rusty camper truck in a courtyard of the house beside the pool.
He was a great friend to the family--
troublewalking lived in a separate apartment in the downstairs part of the house but she was still considered family---and we all went and did all sorts of fun things together like going to amusement parks and water parks and all sorts of funny things like that. (yes this was all in the dream). We were all bestest bestest buddies and things were all glorious.
Then people we knew started disappearing. Friends, neighbors, relatives. I was staying in a room really close to Edgy's courtyard, and that's when I discovered that not only did he know why people were disappearing, he was the one
killing them! Edgy was apparently a mass murderer. (throwback to the L.A. Gangbanger days? I don't know.) So I'm home alone with him and I confront him about it and he doesn't deny it which of course means he has to kill me too, but we apparently came to the mutual agreement that we would wait until my father got home to sort it all out. So I sat in the living room with him watching t.v. for the longest time...waiting on my dad. I remember thinking I couldn't leave the room because if I did Edgy would go hide somewhere and then he'd try to kill me when I was looking for him.
At some point,
troublewalking came home, and tried to come up stairs, but I wouldn't let her because I didn't want her killed. So I locked her in her basement apartment and she spent rather the rest of the dream banging on the door trying to figure out what was going on.
So my father does in fact come home, and I tell him what I know, and it's generally decided that while we're not particularly *mad* at Edgy for going around killing people, we don't really want a serial killer staying at our house, either. So we tell him to leave, and he does, packing up his little camper truck and trundling off into the wild blue yonder, or whatever.
I spent the rest of the dream in total shock, going "I can't believe Edgy's a serial killer!" and looking over my shoulder every five seconds because I was positive he was coming back for me.
...and that's where I woke up. Weird, huh?
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