So here we are going through this future nightmare, we walked for about three hours, three F### unstoppable hours, can you imagine what that effort would do to an old man, probably Not unless you are an old man then you gotta know how it feel, your legs start to fail you after the first mile and your shoulders begun to fall down and your back oh man don't let me talk about it.
"ahhhhh."i screamed like a coconut ask for mercy while my guide didn't move a hair he simply walk ahead leaving me in a place i know no one in it, i'm roost i told myself while my old body lay on the dirt.
So now what? i'm alone in the middle of no where with no supplies and no water, i closed my eyes and fell to sleep whether it was night or day i couldn't care less for this is over, i'm done of this.
To be fair with you i'm not a person who believe that we should write our dreams in a story or something it feel stupid right! But this time i'll do it so bare with me, i woke up in my shop and found that everything was great no mob no Quintin and more important no mister Smith(thank god!) could it be all a dream no it can't be i though to myself i knew that all the events that i've went through were real but "why not enjoying this!"i thoughts again , i mean really i just went to escape of reality using this comfortable dream, let me guess you'll say that only losers run away and decide to live in there imagine​ray world and get to be [the hero, the man...the best and most important, the master of there fate...ECT] but i have two words for you.
"piss off" yeah i mean it i just have the worst day in my life and you expect me to stay awake after it?seriously?screw you all! i went to my desk to have my candy (aka: you get the point suckers)even in a happy dream we all need a drug to make it happier don't you guys think that?no?fine then i think it work for me now.
So in my happy dream i catch the pills in my healthy young hands but someone entered the shop and force me to delay my little joy for later, great!
"how can i help you?"
You gotta have a sweet tongue if you went to have customers i learned that from mister Grey, you remember him right! he might be a jerk with poor like me, sorry !old me but with rich kids he uses all kind of tricks to seduce them including using candy and trust me the candy i mean here is (drugs) his toy shop made a lot of addicted young citizens today including me of course, thank you so much F#### Grey.
Looks like i manage to change the subject in matter of seconds hope you're not lost but i like to mention details if that's okay, no!fine! then let's get back to events.
So we stop when a customer enter my shop(in the dream of course not reality the place now is turned to ash, thanks to, you know who.)
"i want candy."a voice answer me but this voice is so familiar to me, in fact i haven't hear this person talking for the last ten years.
"mom?"i tried to yell but couldn't, a front me there was a young red hair not so young but also hasn't lost here female attractive, wait! i've forget to tell you my hair's color!it's strange isn't? after all these lines you have no idea how i look don't you? no it's not red like mon, i got my Father's black hair, back to our point, i look to a young version of mom a version that can actually make a phrase so easily without any help!
"mom!what are you doing here?"i think but in a second i found my self transforming from a character in the dream into audience position, come on don't tell me that you never experience this thing before, in the dream of course.
so i watch a man who look exactly like me giving mom candy, i mean drugs suckers you know how forster this for me...to watch Mom have here funny pills, trust me no child should see his mother buying drugs and specially a one who's his mother become paralyze of the damn thing, looks like this dream is turning to nightmare, shit i've should take the drugs before she enter the place, too late buddy! I tried to move of my place, yell throw things around just so i can stop this but no, Darian Picker sold a young red hair a baggage of drugs that can full fill her for an entire month, no wonder we were poor she wasted the entire money to get hight, wait! this isn't real i yelled and for a reason i don't know i just went to wake up before things get worst but no, gotta finish the whole thing.
what do you want me to say? i stood still in my place while the camera follow here as she went home with a heavy package, i watch her entering our house and take a pill then on a sudden the young red hair turn to an old toy that had wires to move her.
"it's your fault."the toy said to me through the​ screen, my heart stop for a second and i forget that all of this is a
"no!"i yelled and jump of the bed i was on, sorry an old version of me screamed like a maniac and jump of bed, thank god it was only just a dream!
I woke up in a small room where there he sited next the window, Smith of course! It took me few minutes to get back to real, shit him being here mean that all i've been through was real, great! It can't get worst oh shit things always become worst when you said that phrase don't they? You see guys this is not the way you describe a dream don't you just want to see the end of my story with This mad man so do I but I'm so tired of this telling process so I'll take a nap and hope that the previous nightmare won't repeat itself here take a "Nod "pills they are good to stop you from dreaming but not me no! no more naps for me today because I have to go through the same scene everytime I close my eyes, so bye bye naps.