No, really, do they?
Good evening, and welcome to my blog. I've been labeled as exceedingly witty by most, so I thought that perhaps I would start a humorous blog regarding my life experiences. I also thought I might blog my dreams, because honestly, they're potentially the funniest things on this planet.
Without further ado, last night's dreams.
I think I was a Power Ranger in the first one. Either that or I was a third person observer to the Power Rangers. And they, or we, were all freaking out about the fact that they were being attacked for like, genetic samples and shit, and they thought it was some kind of devious plot, and blah blah blah. The only notable point of this part of the storyline is that someone got thrown out of an elevator because they exceeded the weight limit and it wouldn't move.
Come to find out that apparently Criminal Minds and Doctor Who got stuck in my head and someone was making some kind of body for themselves using frozen blood plasma in the shape of a person and the genetic samples of the Power Rangers, and I am so confused still.
Anyway, moving on, then I was in a store trying on hair extensions before I had to run to my gig because I was apparently a pop star. On the way to it I passed the Black Eyed Peas and I badmouthed them under my breath in front of Patrick Stewart and then didn't really give a shit but I said "whooops shouldn't make fun of my labelmates" or something like that.
My dreams are ever so slightly bizarre.
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