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I had the most WHACKED-OUT dream last night. I had a dream that our school was putting on 42nd Street, which was probably inspired by rumors in real life. Anyways, I had the lead, even though I haven't tap danced in what, 3 years? Yeah. And everyone at Gotta Dance was in it. And for some reason, my tap dancing wasn't even dancing. I was going around the stage like, stomping or something. Then, magically, after the second act, the play turned into The Nutcracker and no one questioned this. I was riding around on a giant swan, and I was gifted with a spoon wrapped in duct tape. Wtf. I know.
Then I had some other dream, where I had a pool party with Billy Idol and The Rolling Stones. But for some reason, Robert Plant was chilling there too, claiming he was in the Rolling Stones. And there was a random fat guy. The Rolling Stones were really cool, though. We played volleyball.
Now, I'm currently trying to remember what I ate before bed last night, because that was the strangest dream (s) I've had in a looong time. I had...about 10 popsicles...Cheez-its (Cheddar Jack, to be precise), and animal crackers.
I think I'll be eating those again tonight.
Then I had some other dream, where I had a pool party with Billy Idol and The Rolling Stones. But for some reason, Robert Plant was chilling there too, claiming he was in the Rolling Stones. And there was a random fat guy. The Rolling Stones were really cool, though. We played volleyball.
Now, I'm currently trying to remember what I ate before bed last night, because that was the strangest dream (s) I've had in a looong time. I had...about 10 popsicles...Cheez-its (Cheddar Jack, to be precise), and animal crackers.
I think I'll be eating those again tonight.