Last Night…

Last night I dreamt, I was in Antarctica, I got cold so I left to go eat the best bacon ever made. Grandma walks out and says “do you want cookies?” I scurry away in my nike dunk lows wanting to get an orange fanta. With the ground being a dark mix of brown and purple, and the sky turning into a red storm, I go to the famous lake michigan, to see the lochness monster and a great white shark talking about how 1,442,805 is the biggest number they know. I end up walking away and walking into Kanye West. Kanye tells me about disillusionment about “how you gonna be mad on vacation.” All of the sudden, Kevin Hart and Kadin start talking to me about my dream job of being a high role in economics. I say adios and then Michael Jordan comes up to me and asks if I want to run a game. I say bet. After I lost, I woke up and realized that this was all just a dream, so I won’t remember any of this.