Last night I had a dream. It was pretty awesome.
This is what I remember from it.
The dream starts with my friends Ethan, Scott, Andy, Nick and I hanging out in a bad ass tree fort we made in the middle of some random forest in Mexico, we also happen to be drug cartels, and 10 years old….
Moving on. While we grow our crop of illicit plant material, we would add to our tree fort, play with legos, and Scott would randomly being playing with explosives.
Then somehow we were our actual ages and at some random club. the owner of the club walks over to our table and slaps nick across the face and a bit of brawl breaks out between them. I try to stop it but the club owner punches me and we all end up in a crazy drunken mash pit and the club owner pulls a knife out and stabs Nick. Sadly Nick dies. I then grab the club owners armed hand as he tries to stab me too, I then grab his arm at the elbow and pull forward while pushing the knife away from me, breaking his arm in a very brutal manner. Then we promptly gtfo.
After mourning the loss of our friend by burning his share of the crop. The FBI came to investigate us. Luckily Scott thought this would happen and hid a series of bombs around our fort to destroy it and all of the evidence inside it.
The down side he didn’t tell us about it until he was lighting the fuses and telling us to “book it!”
We all meet at our rendezvous and we discussed how to get back to America. We decide to split up and meet on the other side of the border. Scott and Andy, and Ethan and I.
At this point we become 10 again. wondering through a flooded border village in Mexico, trying to get back into America. I decide that we should swim into a random MSU campus that probably doesn’t exist. On our way we talked about how we were probably swimming in poop. (hey we were 10)
Unfortunately right when we were going to cross into the campus A FBI agent dressed as a turtle spots us swimming through the muck. I look to Ethan and say follow my lead.
I grab a handful of mud and begin face painting the people in the crowd that had formed at some point. most of them being of some historical importance or a super star from today. (Only Ben Franklin and Adele come to mind now.) Another FBI agent in the crowd informs us that she would like to ask us a few question for her boss. I tell her that we are actually on our way to see him and start walking away. Then we are our actual ages and wearing our winter coats and Ethan hands me a joint and says
Ethan: You see that semi truck over there?
Me: The one pulling the white trailer with the flaps on the side? (as I exhale)
Ethan:Yup. (before he takes his hit)
Me:On three? (I say after he hands it to me)
Ethan:One. (during his exhale)
Me: Two. (my exhale)
Together: THREEEEEEEE!
We both break into a dead sprint and jump into the random door flaps in the side of this semi trucks trailer.
We make it to the border in the back of the truck.
The border is under full alert to look for us.
The truck gets searched by the head officer. he appears not to see us. so he orders his newest trooper to double check. she looks inside the trailer and looks right at us, her eyes widen.
Two 10 year olds sitting in the back of the trailer smoking a joint shaking their heads mouthing the words “no”
And at this point I wake up.
I don’t know if she told on us….. or if we made it home.
That’s kinda just how it ended.
