"Ugh" *comes over* "y'know, you havn't written in me properly in ages, and you havn't done these little story type shits in even longer. So well done I guess. lazy fuck."
"Meh. I know. Shuddahp it doesnt matter. I'm doing it know so there!"
"Whatever"
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Yo! I havn't written a proper journal for AGES XD I mean I did one the other night, and Ii tried to upload it but it failled and I have no idea where it went :/ oh well, it was mostly just a vent anyway. no biggie. anyway, I had a dream with Sherlock and John in it last night, and I felt like shareing it. So here you go.
So John and Sherlock were married (haha thank you brain). I was John, which is awesome, even though I wasnt really all that much like John *shrugs* (then again Sherly wasn't exactly very much like Sherly either XD). So we were being hunted down by the police for something I'd done, and we went to hide in our house (which wasn't 221b =0 ). also we had our daughter with us (who was my little sister Tara XD), and we rushed up stairs to the very top of the house, where the door at the bottom of the stairs up there locked. we went to were we would hide, but then Sherly took us downstairs for some reason, i dont remember/know what the reason was. then he was in a living room kinda area that was in the basment (it was a really tall house btw), and was fiddeling about with something, i dont know what, and our daughter was watching. I was panicking cause the police were nearly at the house, and tried to get Sherly and our daughter to come upstairs. But Sherly was to busy fiddling with whatever it was he was fiddling with, and our daughter didnt want to come either, so I started shouting at our daughter to come upstairs right now! but she wouldn't, she was staying with her other daddy. I was super scared and then said screw it, I'm going by myself then! and so i did. I ren upstairs and just as I was locking the door at the bottom of the last flight of stairs up, the police got into the house. I rushed to a room (no idea what kinda room it was, and locked that door too. I fretted about for a bit, and then realised how horrible it was of me too leave my family by themselves when to police were after me! I realsied that they only wanted to arrest me, so I'd go down and hand myself over, keeping my hubby and daughter safe. so I rushed down and there was a police man in the room just bellow that top floor, and he was in a kitchen type thing. I went over and saying to cuff me, please, I dont want any trouble, and just as the guy was coming to do it, we heard my daughter scream. I ran to the basment-like area, terrified. and when I got there Sherlock was carrying our daughter towards the door, and he was covered in blood. the police chief who was this lady was following them (in a helpfull way btw), and this other guy was backing away from me. I followed him hastily screaming why! why would you do this! and he looked scared like I was going to hurt him (also cause of what he'd done. (what he'd done was an accident btw). I didnt do anything to him, and went back over to where Sherlock was. He was stumbling about, towards a table, holding his wrist tightly, the blood running from it, and I was exclaiming ohgod ohgod ohgod over and over again. (this was all a bit of a blur btw, partly cause John was freaking out, and partly cause it's hard to remember dreams). he ended up on the table and I could see that his throat had also been slit (I honestly do not see how the fuck cutting his wrists and throat was an accident, like trembling and pulling the trigger out of fear -___-). I was trying to go to Sherlock, and he was stumbling about on the table, stepping to the sofa/worktop/whateverthehellitwas that was accross from the table. then he tried to come back to the table, but the gap was so big that Sherly slipped and then was going the splits in the air between these two things, and he screeched (not the right word) and acted like that was a big deal (seeming to forget about the big fucking cuts on his wrists and neck!). and thats when I woke up. thats why that very last bit was so hazy, cause I was waking up. that whole last bit where I was down stairs was really fast and hectic and whatever, and I was freaking out big time, saying ohgodohgodohgodohgod over and over and over.
That was one weird dream. seriously. like what!? XD lol idek. anyway I'm sorry for any spelling mistakes and whatnot, but it's really late, and I'm super tired (and lazy) so I im not going to proof read it a few times to try and spot a few. sorry. anyway whatever. Have a nice day!