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I've been having super weird dreams lately.
On the plus side, they aren't "super-weird-bizarro-frightening" dreams where I wake up in a sweat, with tears streaking down my face, and wonder why my mind is so incredibly fucked up.
Instead, I wake up with a small smile on my face and wonder where I get the inspiration to dream such dreams at all.
A couple nights ago, me and some of my friends had a vacuum cleaner race across a beach. Everyone was staring at us. We were getting mad! Hadn't they ever seen a bunch of people riding vacuum cleaners before? Chad won. (I mean, who else would, right? He's the most competitive of us all!)
MMmmmm lesson plan time.
On the plus side, they aren't "super-weird-bizarro-frightening" dreams where I wake up in a sweat, with tears streaking down my face, and wonder why my mind is so incredibly fucked up.
Instead, I wake up with a small smile on my face and wonder where I get the inspiration to dream such dreams at all.
A couple nights ago, me and some of my friends had a vacuum cleaner race across a beach. Everyone was staring at us. We were getting mad! Hadn't they ever seen a bunch of people riding vacuum cleaners before? Chad won. (I mean, who else would, right? He's the most competitive of us all!)
MMmmmm lesson plan time.