Subconscience

I just had the strangest dream in the world. I’ll try to collect bits and pieces from it.

The farthest back I can remember is that out of rage, I killed two guys with a gun and took off. I started taking a walk with some of my friends to escape the heat so we went to the park and stuff. Next thing I know, we’re on a road trip to Vermont. We head into Burlington and move into a mansion there. Turns out the mansion belonged to Mark Chen’s parents….who were Indian. Not Sioux Indian but the durka durka Indian. Anyways, they go off to go shopping I think and his parents totally freak out that Mark’s missing (by the way, he’s still asian). When they come back, they perform a cleansing ritual by burning about $20,000.

At this point, I realize that I have to go play for the NBA now. The court is in the backyard and thousands of people are waiting for me. I don’t have a jersey so I put on a 6 AM shirt with a 6 AM sports jacket, not that it exists but I had one on me. I proceeded to go down and play for the Lakers in which I was terrible at the game. Everyone was about 5′5 which made the odds a lot more even. ‘Cept for the fact that I still sucked.

My cats woke me up.