Crazy
I just woke up and my clock said 6:30 and I was afraid I was going to be late for work, that I had actually slept 18 hours straight. I asked my roommate if it was 6:30 PM and was happy to hear that it was.
I had a crazy dream, guess day naps do that. My girlfriend was a professional model and had a car. She drove her car inside this restaurant and I was like "I don't think we're suppose to drive in here," so we had to figure out a way to get her car back out the door through all the aisles and stuff. She was supposed to be in this magazine, but I forgot her last name so I couldn't find her in the table of contents. Then I was walking in the ghetto and these Hispanic guys were beating up all the white people, but I still walked by them because I guess I didn't give a shit if I died or something, haha. This really big Mexican guy came up and pushed me. I knew I was going to have to fight him. I've gotten into three fights in my dreams in the past week, I won the first two, but they were both against weakling, white jocks. This guy was really big and when we were about to fight we both got in this Kung Fu stance called Long Spider (kind of like one of those Hong Kong film moments where they're both like "Where did you learn Wudang Fist?"). If you know martial arts, and are good at it at all, I believe you can defend yourself against someone twice your size who doesn't know any, sometimes even if they have a weapon. But this guy was a lot bigger than me and knew martial arts so it kind of threw me off and I think I woke up before I had to fight him. I wonder if he would've killed me in my dream, because I always wake up from dreams right before I die. I guess I'll never know who would have won the fight between me and the huge Hispanic guy in the dream.
I had a crazy dream, guess day naps do that. My girlfriend was a professional model and had a car. She drove her car inside this restaurant and I was like "I don't think we're suppose to drive in here," so we had to figure out a way to get her car back out the door through all the aisles and stuff. She was supposed to be in this magazine, but I forgot her last name so I couldn't find her in the table of contents. Then I was walking in the ghetto and these Hispanic guys were beating up all the white people, but I still walked by them because I guess I didn't give a shit if I died or something, haha. This really big Mexican guy came up and pushed me. I knew I was going to have to fight him. I've gotten into three fights in my dreams in the past week, I won the first two, but they were both against weakling, white jocks. This guy was really big and when we were about to fight we both got in this Kung Fu stance called Long Spider (kind of like one of those Hong Kong film moments where they're both like "Where did you learn Wudang Fist?"). If you know martial arts, and are good at it at all, I believe you can defend yourself against someone twice your size who doesn't know any, sometimes even if they have a weapon. But this guy was a lot bigger than me and knew martial arts so it kind of threw me off and I think I woke up before I had to fight him. I wonder if he would've killed me in my dream, because I always wake up from dreams right before I die. I guess I'll never know who would have won the fight between me and the huge Hispanic guy in the dream.