The Dream From What I Can Remember

I had a dream that you said "I Love You" again.
But i also dreamt that i was rioting on the somewhat narrow city streets of philadelphia. The buildings were high, towering over us, to the point where no sun could be let in. Only shadows. Buildings made of red brick. Early English.
I dreamed that i went down a very narrow, compressed alley. Halfway down this all was a golden basketball court. Two brunette twins wearing only red and black were playing basketball. An asian boy around my age with a light brown hair and emo lock was sitting in one corner of the caged court, looking down, expressionless, playing with his fingers.
I dragged my bike over to the end of the cage. I looked over the edge and saw a crevice between this cage and the cage below. I threw my bike over into said crevice and noticed it was two small and beyond the next cage was too deep of a fall. Almost like a lighted abyss.
I knew i was running from something but i have no idea what. none at all. Maybe the riot? Maybe what the city was rioting for? I don't know.
The Two girls and boy came and helped me back onto the court from the crevice. The twins spoke.
"Im sunset."
"And im summer"
Interested, we began to speak. Me, Sunset, Summer, and the well tanned asian kid whose name wont return to memory.Then on the ledge by the cage sat a Opium fruit. It resembled a black tangerine with a dark blue glow. The inside shone a dark blue fluorescence. We both new what it was and agreed to partake just a little if the other one did. And we did. We peeled the skin off and took one parcle of the Opium. It was juicy and tasted like a tangerine in-between ripe and new born. I straightened out from my bent position. I felt no effect. I thought since we only took a little, we'd be fine. Then my head started to pulse and vision went black.
I awoke in my bed. My mother was just leaving the room. I blink and my brother walked in.
"What happened Ave?"
"Who knows......."
All other conversation with him was either in-audible or my head wont allow me to remember. But there was more conversation with him.When he left my room i reached under my bed to search for my skateboard my mother came in again.
"The reason you can't find your board is because you ate it Lev. The Opium, Lev."
Then i remembered. I saw myself somewhere that my brain wont allow me to remember. But i saw myself chomping away at the deck as if it were a piece of toast. Broken pieces flying everywhere as i savagely attacked the wooden board.

Rubber Leaves Marks On The Innocent

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