[ WP ] You discover pictures on your phone from places you have been in your dreams .

'Ok WTF' I think to myself as i slide left... left again 
 `` Pssst, Dude, You look like your girlfriend just told you she had a dick what's u-'' 
 `` Shut the fuck up man'' I turn back to my phone zooming in on the blurred and unfocused figures in the background, standing around a bizarre ice cream truck'what the actual fu-' 
 `` Mr. Rodriguez, that's twice you've been on your phone in class, I think you'd appreciate your time much more in the SRC'' I did n't say anything, barely looked at her, I was too wrapped up in this.I just got up and As I exited the class and made my way down the hall i laughed forgetting this madness ( Because surely it is madness, right? ) for a second as i caught myself walking in the direction of the SRC but I am a senior and by one interpretation or another she did just give me the day off so... 
 So I'm walking home and just when I pass second St. on my turn I hear the unmistakeable dull fart of under-inflated tires, accompanied by the rotten stench of... Cotton Candy? I whip around flinging my backpack'No fucking way' I almost scream as the acrid scent of burned popcorn came behind the cotton candy and then faintly I can hear the resounding echo of an ice cream truck dimly at first but growing with a speed no ice cream truck should top, Before it saw me, before I saw it, It registered and i bolted... 30 ft... 45ft feet seemed like ten miles, I ran, sprinting down the lane.I think to run knocking and screaming bloody murder at one of my neighboors doors and as I stop and double back two doors down to the McKlenskies the houses... the houses fucking melted... 
... I try to scratch my scalp, the jacket stops and entangles me... 
 Right before my eyes like something- it was something out of this world, again I spin, Blood rushed to my head as my heart became caught up in my throat and i froze, literally i could not move a muscle for what seemed to span centuries, then i, with twitching caution and fear pulled out my phone and held it up flipping through the gallery. A picture came up... a selfie of myself in the blue, red swirled makeup of a clown, with others in the background dancing around an ornate ice cream truck As i squint, stressing to discern those out of focus, from across the lawn as if nothing was going on a gold and red striped ice cream truck squealled to a halt not 20ft behoind me as i turn to meet the noise my phone flashes a photo... and i woke up, cold sweats in the night had dampedn my thin sheets and with utter despair I picked up the bottle of Gin I had spilt in my sleep, savoring it's terminal splashes. I stand up and walk to the mirror'mom was right' I thought, no more scary human mlovies after 9. 
 
 Sorry for zero editing and unprofesionalism in a bit of a hurry, critical feedback is always welcome, hope you enjoyed 

