April 28, 2010

I was seeing an interview, live in some old man's house. It was of him retelling stories of breaking into neighborhoods and nearly getting caught. The guy talked about once when he and his friend ran into a woman's house after being caught in a house where the people were out of town, and they wanted the lady to help them not get into trouble so offered to do things around the house. "Man's work." She put out money on the table, which was only 40 cents and a troll doll. Interviewer asked if he's done some other bad stuff recently. He said he snuck out of the old folk's home to see a band play, and that he had fun. Suddenly he starts freaking out at a white spot on his ceiling, is all "what the fuck is this?! Is this the devil?!" And is scraping at it with a long... Scraper? And spraying water on it. The interviewer is trying to calm the elderly man down, and he finally is, and suddenly there is a visible black and white image of like a joker face. The interviewer kept telling him it'd go away, the old man was like "I know! I don't even mind it" and then suddenly it's me who is the interviewer. I jump into his bed. Then I woke up!