WOW, so last night I had the gnarliest dream ever. I was at church, and president bush was coming to speak, and my dad was leading the thing so he asked me to say a few words about him, being in the military and all. So I guess I was late and didn't get to speak, but later on he comes up to me and asked me why I wanted to say, and I just told him how I think what he did was great and the Iraqi was isn't as bad as everyone thinks it is. Just moments after, I’m in a gas station and this Middle Eastern guy is in there and he’s about to pay for his stuff. I see him open his coat and witness about 5 cell phones and other electric device, and he pulls one out and holds it into the air and I’m like, SHIT, a detonator, I’m about to blow up. Anyways I grab his hand and tackle him into the glass window; although it doesn't shatter I have his neck stuck in the corner. I immediately start punching him in the throat until he passes out. I then grab the detonator and give it to a CIA agent. Furthermore he gives me these headphones that pick up signals of the explosive devise, so I start walking around the station until I get the beeping sound that indicated explosives in the area. The CIA guy and I are looking around and I see a bicycle with some duck tape holding it together so I pull off the handlebars and find this radioactive stick that is suppose to dominate everything, we then find the explosives and he told me if it went off it would have taken out the whole place, and I saved about 2000 people. Later, bush comes up to me and awards me the medal of honor, but I tell him to keep it under wraps and don’t let the media get to me, then got offered a job with the department of defense. SOOO SICK!
After this dream I had a dream my dad ate my leftovers from the restaurant and he laughed about it, so I started punching holes in the walls in the hallway all the way to my room, I was filled with complete rage.
Other than that, I didn't do anything today; saw my cousin at my grandma’s house. Gotta go up to mammoth soon and board with him. Yea, pretty lazy day, I’m gonna go coach tomorrow and find some new clothes. LATER
RY
Monday, December 22, 2008
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