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September 29, 2006
The War Against White People
Last night, I had the most bizarre dream...
I was with my grandparents, and I mean all of grandparents. I was standing in my foyer with them and they were talking about the terrorists. They were pretty worried, because the president had said we were going to get attacked today. I told them that was crazy, but I still looked out the window to see if I saw planes. The sky was green. Dark storm clouds moved across at a very rapid rate. It was scary. I went back and talked to my grandparents, and then we heard loud explosions. I looked out the window again. Lights were flickering everywhere. Then, out of nowhere, hundreds of african americans and asian americans showed up at my door. They were demanding that we give them all of our money. My grandparents were freaked out. We heard more explosions. Danny Tamberelli shows up around this time, with a big wooden stick. He's running around the house, which has now morphed into this huge mansion. Explosions are getting closer. I look out the window and I see thousands of running people, but they looked different. They looked small, and ghost like. The sky looked even scarier. Like a tornado was about come and tear everything apart. I went outside, two men approached me and got in a fight position. I kicked both of them, and they fell to the ground. I ran back inside, and met up with Jack Black. He ran into the basement, along with Danny. I kept looking out the window. Now, I saw planes flying over dropping bombs. I ran into the basement. Danny and Jack were in the furnace room. I'm not sure why or how, but Jack Black scarred Danny so he ran upstairs. When we all ran up there the house was destroyed. No one else was there. Just us. We looked up, and saw the second floor was still standing. A mummy came out from around the corner holding a VCR. It had a big, dopey, kids voice. It said, "I got your stuff". Man, it was a creepy voice. Danny and Jack walked upstairs closer to it. They urged it to come downstairs. I knew they must have been planning on tripping him, so he'd fall to his death.
Then my alarm went off.
It was a pretty entertaining dream overall. I wish I could record my dreams, or at least take one of those crappy cellphone pictures.
Posted by cory at September 29, 2006 8:40 AM