so if you dont already know my dreams are vivid, lucid, and crazy for the most part. heres one.
i like this dream a lot. i woke up feeling good and happy. i was dating mike tyson and it was pretty awesome. it was the new mike tyson, the one who is sober and raises pigeons not the rage driven robyn givens mike those over thirty remember so well. so every night i would go to this dance party or club in the woods with all these picnic tables and be having a great time and mikes entourage would show up and tell me mike was waiting and we had to go. i would be bummed a little but ok. then i would go to his house which was very clean and very cold from air conditioning and i would brush my teeth and climb in bed and then we would go to sleep in the cold cold house. thats it. he was really nice.
good dream!
like it.
awwwwwww.
thats more like it. bad tattoo times.
so its been a while since i had this dream but i still think about it and it reminds me that i like falling asleep in a house made super cold by central air. pow!
ha ha ha! that’s hysterical! my ex-wife was really into wrestling (and, as a dutiful husband, ergo so was i), and i’ve had maybe 4 or 5 dreams featuring John Cena—just the two of us hanging out, whatever, nothing too zany. but like your impression of Mike Tyson, i’d always wake up and be like, “that John Cena... what a great guy,” and feel a tinge of sadness that we weren’t actually bros. lolz
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