This will be jumbles, but here's what happened in order:

1: I lived in (presumably) my house down in the cul-de-sac. I wanted to go to my friends house, or to get lunch, or something, but I was walking, so I threw on my backpack and started walking down the street.

2: At the top of the road, I realize that I wasn't wearing my shoes, so I turn around to go back. Some little black kid (maybe 7) comes riding around on his bike and starts smacking me with a whip. I grab the whip and try to pull it away from him, but the kid falls over on his bike. Of course I feel bad.

3: The kids dad who works at the garage/gas station combo place right next to where I was sees this and comes storming up to me threatening me about hurting his kid. I tell him I'm sorry, that the kid was hitting me with a whip, and that I didn't mean to hurt him. They guy is pissed, but lets me go.

4: I start heading back to get my shoes, get about 15 feet down the road (it's only about 100 yds to my house) and I look down and suddenly I have my shoes on.

5: I turn around, head back the way I was going, up and around the gas station towards the big highway on the other side, however I don't make it because Greivis Vasquez comes and asks me for $5 so he can get some gas cause he lost his wallet.

6: I walk with him inside, buy him some gas and a drink, and strike up a conversation with the employee (young guy like myself) about how many famous people he sees in the store. He relays a story about how one time he was watching an NFL game and recognized a guy that came into his store all the time.

7: At this point, the guy who almost beat me up because I knocked his son off the bike comes running out of the garage portion talking about how the TV is going to blow. We walk outside and around the front by the open garage bay windows and I see the garage is full of different TV's not cars, and one is slightly smoking and has a faint blue tint.

8: Everyone's backing away cause the TV is going to blow up, however the gas station employee is all like, "You have the breaker on 240 volts!" or and goes to runs over and switches it back to the normal voltage. The blue glow fades away and the smoking stops.

9: After this, I look into the window to the gas station/waiting room part and I see my family. I go in and say "Hey, whats up", very happy to see them (back story, they live in Texas and I see them maybe 2x a year). They are looking rather pissed off and my mom says, "So when were you planning on telling us?" I remember feeling guilty, and saying something with a REALLY southern drawl at the end, then commenting at how hickish I sounded. This is the point where my alarm went off, and I never got to find out why they were pissed.... or visiting me... or even knew where I was.


So... to summarize... walking, not driving, black kids with whips, Greivis Vasquez, TV repair garage, pissed off parents.

Feel free to begin dream analysis right abouuuuut NOW.




[Edited on December 7, 2009 at 8:57 AM. Reason : lawl]

12/7/2009 8:56:14 AM

Why the hell are you dreaming about Greivis Vasquez? lol

12/7/2009 8:58:54 AM

erotic asphyxiation...nice

12/7/2009 9:01:11 AM

I'm not reading this shit until it has at least 6 endorsements.

12/7/2009 9:02:36 AM

I too had a good dream last night. But I forgot about mine

12/7/2009 9:10:07 AM

do you have a gf?

if so, she's pregnant

you're welcome

12/7/2009 9:16:47 AM

All I read was:

Quote :

"So... to summarize... walking, not driving, black kids with whips, Greivis Vasquez, TV repair garage, pissed off parents."

Wow

12/7/2009 9:17:20 AM

Hearing someone else talk about their dream always sounds like an old man telling an old man story...

"You see, back in those days, rich men would ride around in Zeppelins, dropping coins on people, and one day I seen J.D. Rockefeller flying by. So I run of the house with a big washtub and... hey! Where are you going? Anyway, about my washtub. I'd just used it that morning to wash my turkey, which in those days was known as a walking-bird. We'd always have walking-bird on Thanksgiving, with all the trimmings: cranberries, injun eyes, yams stuffed with gunpowder. Then we'd all watch football, which in those days was called baseball"

12/7/2009 9:19:48 AM

the only dreams i remember are the ones where i wake up before the climactic ending

12/7/2009 9:23:40 AM

Yeah I hate when people tell me about their dreams.

I usually find other people's dream stories supremely boring, regardless of how trippy.

Especially if they are telling it like a retard that doesn't know the punchline to the joke they are telling.

12/7/2009 9:34:23 AM

tl;dr

12/7/2009 11:04:19 AM

Even in dreams, Vasquez is a giant douchebag.

12/7/2009 11:06:22 AM

Quote :

"do you have a gf? if so, she's pregnant you're welcome"

L O fucking L

12/7/2009 11:15:57 AM

thats a lotta words

12/7/2009 11:17:18 AM

i woke Fumbler up a couple of days ago and he said:

"you know that road we were just on?"
"huh?"
"it tastes bad"
"what??"
"the road were just on TASTES BAD"
"the road tastes bad??"
"YEAH!" (frustrated)

hahhahaha

[Edited on December 7, 2009 at 11:20 AM. Reason : road, not street]

12/7/2009 11:20:08 AM

any more suggestions on what the hell this might mean? I'm not racist am I?

12/7/2009 11:58:15 PM

Quote :

" do you have a gf? if so, she's pregnant you're welcome "

[Edited on December 7, 2009 at 11:59 PM. Reason : Muzition makes good threads]

12/7/2009 11:59:19 PM

one of our roommates was talking in his sleep in a recliner

he was saying shit like "smells like....smells like scissors!"

12/8/2009 12:05:27 AM

Right now, I'm sitting in the bed next to my wife who's sleeping, and she's laughing in her sleep. I wanna know why, but the mere fact that she's laughing makes me happy.

12/8/2009 12:11:45 AM