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Journal Entry #10 in "Doozer's Journal!!!" |
**Warning**: I have Dusty's Permission to use Dusty in this Journal Entry!!! I have Dusty's Permission to use 'The Dark and Demented' Dusty in this roleplay. Cast For Journal Entry(Their Name Will Be Their Color for this Entry): Dear Journal, THE DREAM! (-{2}-) I went to sleep like any normal night. Yet, I did do one certain thing that might have led to my strange dream. I ate before I slept. People say that eating directly before sleeping can give you weird dreams. I don’t know whether or not to believe them, but it’s the closest thing to an explanation I got for dreaming about being raped by a big, black homosexual. Anyway, the dream kicked off directly after I fell into a deep sleep. I was standing in the midst of a large crowd. I looked to my right, then to my left and back to my right again. I realized that I happened to be at a rock concert. Limp Bizkit was up on the stage playing ‘Rollin’ with DMX, Method Man, and Redman. It happened to be a sweet concert. I looked around to see everybody doing the little dance that goes along with the song, then I realized that I was doing it also. (-{2}-) (-{3}-) Suddenly, I realized that I had to take a piss so badly that I could almost taste it. I mean; when you can start to taste your piss, you know that something is going wrong. I held on my crotch area, trying desperately to keep the urine inside myself. I pushed people out of my way left and right steaming full speed at a fast walk. I didn’t want to run or jog because that causes too much up and down motion that might just trigger the bladder. One thing you do not want to do when you are at a concert with so many people is to show them that you have bladder problems. Then, just when I thought I was almost out of there, my head bumps into the chest of this monster of a man. I decided not to push this guy, so I tried to move around him. (-{3}-) (-{4}-) The guy I bumped into next, must have been the brute’s twin brother because he was just as big. I turned around politely and charged towards the other side, and noticed that there was no way out. These two were the security guards. It’s not bad enough that I have a problem with authority, but now they make it twice as bad by blocking my way to the port-a-potties. Would The Dooze put up with this kind of shit? I think not and if you had half a brain, you would think not also. So, I turned around showing my back to the two guards. I just waited for a long time, turned around. I’m guessing as I remember the dream, that I might have been trying to build up some politeness in myself so things wouldn’t have to turn messy. Yeah; especially my pants. I eventually turned around and attempted to be polite. (-{4}-) (-{6}-) I pushed down on the gas pedal until it touched the floor. I sped off and happened to be moving right along, but my SUV just wasn’t enough for those cop cars. We were driving on a four lane highway. I was in the second lane to the right. Both of the cop cars that were chasing me got on each side of my SUV. I don’t like to give in, but I know the face twisting smell of defeat. This sucked a lot of ass. Yet, I put on my brakes and pulled over to the side of the highway. One of the cops from the cop car that happened to be on my right, hopped out of his car, and walked up to mine. He told me to get out of my car instantly. As I did, he started reading me my rights and he handcuffed me. I literally buried myself up to my knees in shit this time. (-{6}-) (-{7}-) The cops took me, handcuffed and all, and shoved me into one of their little cars. I was crammed up in the back seat with a stupid fence separating me from strangling the cop to death. I guess having that fence happened to be quite a great addition for them. Anyway, the cop started up his car and we drove off. The cop car was pretty disgusting in the back seat, but as I glanced into the front area, I realized that it was pretty nice. The cop had a built in CD Player as well as air conditioning and all that other good stuff. The cop turned on his radio and quickly switched it over to the CD Player. Just my luck, this fat ass bastard happened to be a Garth Brooks fan. So, while some gay country song played, I tried to make a conversation. (-{7}-) :{=-(The)-=}:We’ll Call him Dan:{=-(Cop)-=}: The cop pretended to ignore me, but he knew it was no use. This cop was the guy in some of your dreams that makes you pissed off. So, he replied with a comment that did just that. "Oh, you must have been the guy who only held the Dream Title for a week." He saw the scowl on my face from his rearview mirror, so he continued on with an evil grin. "You also lost to Cro twice as well as Mike Extreme. Plus, you were injured by the hands of Mike Extreme." He knew he was pissing me off more and more with every word. "What a career to be proud of!" (-{9}-) It happened to be only a pair of minutes later before we arrived at the jail. Well, they only happened to be minutes, but they felt like hours while listening to Garth. The jail looked horrible from the outside. Now, I know you aren’t supposed to judge books by their covers, but you know you have to. I mean; I could tell that this was probably the worst jail in the state. Yet, I didn’t want to have to imagine what they were like. My dream quickly took me out of the cop car, by escort of Dan, the cop. He took me by my cuffed hands and led me to the jail. Another cop, standing inside the doors, held a door open for myself and the cop to enter. Just as I thought, the jail was actually worse than I thought. The floor looked like it hadn’t been washed for years and years. This was the same for the walls and the ceiling and everything else in this jail. (-{9}-) (-{10}-) Now, I would just love to continue on and tell you about the rest of my dream, but I am running out of time here. At this time, it is well past midnight and I am bushed. I guess I shouldn’t be staying up late and all that with a match coming up. This new guy named Crypt is supposed to be a good match for me or something. Yeah right; who does this guy think he is? He’s just going to stroll into the Dream Wrestling Federation, my federation, and debut against The Dooze? I hope he knows that his debut match will end up in a heart-breaking loss because there is no chance in hell that he will defeat me. He has a better chance as a toothless man in a… I don’t know where I am going in that one so I will just stop myself. (-{10}-) (-{11}-) Yet, I know for a fact that Crypt is dead meat by the time this Sunday Night Slaughter strolls around. It is a non-title match, even though I begged the big men in the back to make it for one of my titles. Do you know what those men said, Crypt? You better listen up good because they said that if I gave you a shot at either one of my titles, it would take away the pride of my titles. With that said, I realized that they were right. I mean; why would a loser like you get a shot against either the Lightweight Championship or the United States Championship? There is just no logical reason for something like that to occur. Well, now I really have to get going. (-{11}-)
Doozer 
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