Dream a little dream
Last night, I had a really good dream, and a really bad dream. The good dream first.
I dreamt I was about to end the school year at some college, but hadn't even started this big economics project that was basically most of my grade. It was ok, though, because my partner on the project was this cute chick from work who volunteered to do the entire thing. Then, we had sex. I don't know why, we just did. It was awesome.
Before I dreamt that, however, I had a terrifying dream. I dreamt I had killed someone, and this was one of those dreams that you think are real. God, you don't know a thing about being worried until you're wanted for murder. All I could do was think, "Oh God, Oh God, wha do I do? What do I do? Oh God, I hope this is a dream. Please be a dream. Please wake up. Oh God." Man, it was horrible. I don't even know who it was I killed, but it couldn't have been worth that level of fear.
I dreamt I was about to end the school year at some college, but hadn't even started this big economics project that was basically most of my grade. It was ok, though, because my partner on the project was this cute chick from work who volunteered to do the entire thing. Then, we had sex. I don't know why, we just did. It was awesome.
Before I dreamt that, however, I had a terrifying dream. I dreamt I had killed someone, and this was one of those dreams that you think are real. God, you don't know a thing about being worried until you're wanted for murder. All I could do was think, "Oh God, Oh God, wha do I do? What do I do? Oh God, I hope this is a dream. Please be a dream. Please wake up. Oh God." Man, it was horrible. I don't even know who it was I killed, but it couldn't have been worth that level of fear.