YAYYY CARTOON DAY!!!!!
I had another dream involving black culture. i dreamt i was standing in Kroger and people were freaking out because a car with rap stars had just pulled up outside. It was none other than the triple 6 mafia. When they came in everyone was getting autographs and shaking their hands. I wasnt gonna meet em but i couldnt quit thinking about their one song "sucks on dick" and also the classic "get the fuck away frome me whore." I decide id just go up and say hi. I put my hand out so i could tell juicy j how much his songs have made a difference in my life. He got mad and said, " mutha fucka we dont even do much music anymoe!" I said, yeah its cool but i like a lot of your old stuff. He says, " oh, you like songs like sucks on dick!" It was then that dj paul, juicy j, and whatever the girls name is broke into a beautiful acapella version of sucks on dick. Everyone just kinda stood around and soaked in this beautiful moment in southern hip hop history. I woke up laughing. Why does my brain have to waste all or most of its vivid dreams on stupid ones? Are these dreams more meaningful than what i make them out to be. I think my head just likes to play little jokes on me to see how ill react or what ill think.