I had one long dream last night, but I’ll only share the 2 important parts since trying to explain dreams makes you sound retarded.
1 – I was walking home from the gym and ran into a girl I know who’s married. We talked for a minute and then were saying goodbye and quickly kissed on the mouth, then made out. The key point here is that I felt really bad about it for her husband (who I am also friends with), the fact that I have a gf never even entered my mind and I never felt bad about cheating on her. All of the guilt was felt for my buddy.
2 – As I continued on my way I was carrying an apple pie in my left hand. As I stopped at a crosswalk I was stung by a bee on my right hand. Soon after, I was getting stung on the back of my neck. With my right hand was useless, I smashed the pie on the back of my neck to get the bee off. Once my apple pie was smashed all over me and the sidewalk I screamed out as if my mother was just murdered right before my eyes. My point? I love apple pie and dreams are fucking retarded.
I had one deeply profound experience and the next sequence of events is borderline retarded. Should I just shake it off? Should I try to hook up with that chick? Should I eat some apple pie?
