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So I had two dreams that I can remember last night/this morning.
The first one was SICK. For some reason I was at a party with Nick Swardson:
and we were talking and he bet me that the amount of stuff he had in his bag of clothes weighed less than my purse. I told him he was wrong and hes like if I win you have to kiss me three times. So I was like alright, Im gonna win anyway. Somehow he ended up winning and we kissed three times. Then we kissed again, and he threw me into a closet and we made out like it was legal. That dream ended.
Then the next dream happened and it was horrible and I woke up violently and ridic upset. I was in a city not sure if it was THE city, but it was a city. And there was a helicopter flying incredibly low. (Background info: when I was lieelt my mom was like ohh look up at the buildings, it kind of looks like theyre going to fall if you dont hold onto something and catch yiour balance. So now when I look up at huge buildings I usually have to hold onto things.) So I hold onto a street light pole thing and look up and the helicopter is going crazy and smashes into buildings, bounces off and smashed again but this time really close to me. So everyone starts running away and I dont know what to do because Im by myself and I usually am in panic mode when im by myself regardless if Im in the city or not. We all run down into the subway because someone's like it wont break the ground, we'll be safe there! So we end up there and I,m crying like a bitch because I dont have my phone and Im like please canSOMEONE let me use their phone I have to call my mom. ANd one lady pulls out her phone and I dont remember what happened with that, but I dont remember talking to my mo. After that I leave the subway because I dont feel safe anymore, and above ground it like a war scene. There are soldiers throwing little grenades at people. But they didnt explode into flames and smoke, they attached to whatever they touched and just tore it apart. So here I am standing in the street watching people be dismembered by these bombs. I guess its because I've seen war movies or something because it was really graphic I could like hear the body parts hitting the floor. And at the end of my dream I just remember the people being like... we can pull the bombs off and throw them back before they explode. Then the soldiers were being torn apart and I woke up. But I tried telling myself after I woke up that I cant die in my own dreams so I was like fall bask asleep and do something to stop the fighting, buuuuut of course I couldnt fall back. Then I farted and giggled and I was awake for the day.
So yeah... thats what happened. Thumbs up to Nick Swardson for making out with me.
The first one was SICK. For some reason I was at a party with Nick Swardson:
and we were talking and he bet me that the amount of stuff he had in his bag of clothes weighed less than my purse. I told him he was wrong and hes like if I win you have to kiss me three times. So I was like alright, Im gonna win anyway. Somehow he ended up winning and we kissed three times. Then we kissed again, and he threw me into a closet and we made out like it was legal. That dream ended.
Then the next dream happened and it was horrible and I woke up violently and ridic upset. I was in a city not sure if it was THE city, but it was a city. And there was a helicopter flying incredibly low. (Background info: when I was lieelt my mom was like ohh look up at the buildings, it kind of looks like theyre going to fall if you dont hold onto something and catch yiour balance. So now when I look up at huge buildings I usually have to hold onto things.) So I hold onto a street light pole thing and look up and the helicopter is going crazy and smashes into buildings, bounces off and smashed again but this time really close to me. So everyone starts running away and I dont know what to do because Im by myself and I usually am in panic mode when im by myself regardless if Im in the city or not. We all run down into the subway because someone's like it wont break the ground, we'll be safe there! So we end up there and I,m crying like a bitch because I dont have my phone and Im like please canSOMEONE let me use their phone I have to call my mom. ANd one lady pulls out her phone and I dont remember what happened with that, but I dont remember talking to my mo. After that I leave the subway because I dont feel safe anymore, and above ground it like a war scene. There are soldiers throwing little grenades at people. But they didnt explode into flames and smoke, they attached to whatever they touched and just tore it apart. So here I am standing in the street watching people be dismembered by these bombs. I guess its because I've seen war movies or something because it was really graphic I could like hear the body parts hitting the floor. And at the end of my dream I just remember the people being like... we can pull the bombs off and throw them back before they explode. Then the soldiers were being torn apart and I woke up. But I tried telling myself after I woke up that I cant die in my own dreams so I was like fall bask asleep and do something to stop the fighting, buuuuut of course I couldnt fall back. Then I farted and giggled and I was awake for the day.
So yeah... thats what happened. Thumbs up to Nick Swardson for making out with me.