switchcomb

I've been having wierd dreams lately.

Last night:

I dont remember much but I think I was a con man. I was trying to hide out from someone but then I wandered into a furniture store. For some odd reason I was carrying a folding chair. Why? Dunno. I ended up going into their bathroom and it turned into a Day spa.


two nights ago:

I was a drug runner. I think that is weird considering that I'm straight edge. I had a bus and I remember looking into the side mirror and a bunch of Mexicans jumped the boarder and ran at my bus and gave me a shit load of weed. It wasnt even packed normally. You know the packages of crackers that you get in the box? Well yeah the weed was packed in cracker bags. ?!?!?! Wha??! They threw it under my bus and the shit was just chillin on my axels while I drove. I was scared I guess.

Why the fuck did I dream about this shit. They were more complex than this but that is all I can remember.