Fat Kid and Pancake

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Fat Kid and Pancake

... I had a dream... And it was so shitty compared to Martin Luther King's dream.
So, last night, after I stuffed myself with peanut butter (that sounded dirty), I passed out in my rubber ducky Jimmy-Jammies. My dream started out with me just waking up like any other day, brushing my teeth, fixing The Doo, and then going to school. But school was weird. And by weird, I mean way too cool to be school. It was dark and neon lights were everywhere, music was blaring and everyone looked super sexy in their punk clothes:D And just when I thought my day couldn't get any better (in my dreams), the girl I've been gushing over came up to me and said she forgave me for being an idiot before (long story), and then she kissed me and disappeared into a classroom. Then, there was an announcement saying that we all needed to go to the gym for a "performance." I walked in the gym and black lights were glowing, and there was shit load of people everywhere, so I found a secluded corner and sat alone, watching whatever it was that was going on. Suddenly SHE popped up out of nowhere, sat next to me, and held my hand. It was just the two of us, just sitting there, staring into nothing.
I went home (still in the dream) and did the usual. It felt like every other day.

ALARM CLOCK RINGS!!!!! (not dreaming)

I woke up this morning tangled in my headphones (the crazy music explains everything) and brushed my teeth, and then hopped in the shower. I was super freaking happy. But then, I realized that yesterday wasn't the "yesterday" I was hoping for.... Dreams are bitches... I feel bad for Martin Luther King.