I was in a house, a strange house, with a blind man with long greasy hair. He was wearing sunglasses and had a cane, he was young. He was wearing an Iron Maiden shirt. I guess he was a mean man because I was being mean to him, or maybe I was just a mean girl. I didn't want him to touch me or be near me, he kept trying to grab me from my shoulders and shake me. But, since he was blind I was always able to escape. It was a dirty house and for some reason, I was barefoot. I opened the door from the garage back into the house and I saw a rat pooping on the floor inside, it freaked me out so I closed the door. So when I opened the door back up again, the rat was gone and there was a little kitten next to the door and it kept hissing at me. I was trying to pick it up by the skin on the back of its neck but it was so small that I couldn't, it just kept biting me.
I forgot what happened in between.
Later, I went to the front of the house and there was these two drunk girls. They were so drunk they couldn't even walk. One girl tried to kiss the other girl, but when she did the other girl spit in her face and she stumbled her way into the back yard. The girl asked me why the girl didn't want to kiss her and I looked at the girl and she had dirt in her mouth.
So I told her "maybe it's because you have dirt in your mouth."
Good morning.
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