okay, so the dream starts out where im in the mafia, and im trying to kill all these guy. they are hard to go down and they don’t stay dead. so after a while i go into a convenience store to buy some ****, and i notice this girl in her underwear, with small breasts, telling me shes going to expose me, and then starts mocking me. i make a note to execute her. when i go home, my home is my grandmas house for some reason., i notice my best friend, presumably drunk, standing outside taking a pee. he starts to sing and children’s voices come out of no where and sing along with him. i note that no one sings along with me.
so i go inside, and my brother is sitting in an armchair, and next to him is a box of cold cuts, which our dog is digging through. i scold him for not keeping a better eye on her. next thing i remember im walking in my old neighbourhood, carrying a box of micro chips, which are supposed to be used to subdue this guy, i don’t really know who he is. i can see him in the distance fighting some adversaries and i want to help him so i start smashing the chips on the ground so they cant be used against him. but its no use, they take him away at oprah Winfrey’s command. yes you read that right.
i go to my old house, where oprah lives for some reason, and go to find her ***. two ladies tell em to go through this hall way to get to her, so i do. i start walking through a room which leads to another room. i keep walking through rooms till i notice that one room is an exact replica of my grandmas living room. i stop and examine the room and notice someone has left a pornographic magazine where the movies were kept.
in the next room there is a small bed with oprah, presumably, lying naked on her stomach, and a naked white man in his early to mid 30s lying on his back with just a towle covering his junk. the two women bring in a small boy. i notice there is half a pizza on the dresser and i am encouraged to eat it. as im eating it i fell my whole mouth is full. oprah leaves and the man starts talking to the boy telling him he should go to hollywood and get himself an agent who will tell him everything he should do. when i try to speak he yells at me because my mouth is full.
after the boy leaves he starts talking to me in a tone which suggests he is both afraid and scared. he tells me that im right (in my actions and beliefs) and that oprah is wrong, but he dosnt know how that could be so. he tells me to exit out the window. i jump out and land on the deck. im looking for my shoes. i try to go back in the house but oprah fiercely defends the doorway. i find my shoes on the deck and leave.
I love Oprah Winfrey……………….. Full Stop…..!!!!!!! Oh! I also like pizza a lot.
February 17th, 2010 at 6:15 am
I love Oprah Winfrey……………….. Full Stop…..!!!!!!! Oh! I also like pizza a lot.
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