  Ok so last night I had this very off the wall set of dreams... In the first one, I was Marilyn Monroe....except black....and Will was Elvis or somebody. And we were on the Price is Right and Bob Barker kept trying to feel me up. And then I ran outside wearing no shoes and I ripped the toe of my pantyhose. And I distinctly remember thinking "goddamnit, I ripped my fucking stockings. " And then I woke up and ate a slice of pizza. And then, when i went back to sleep, I dreamt that I went to NYU (yeah, I know, they must have gotten the wrong transcript). Anyway, so one day I'm in this random New York cafe and this guy comes up to me and tells me that I'm an X-men or something and I'm thinkin "shouldn't I know if I'm a fuckin X-Men" and then we get into this fight and I pulled some Lara Croft ass kicking moves out on him and then I clenched my fist and I was fucking Wolverine.... And then I woke up, asked my bro what time it was, and went back to sleep.
And then I dreamt that I was auditioning for Spirit for the millionth time and Linzi was there (which was weird since she dropped out) and Mrs. Burnett told me to sing my solo piece and I had every intention of singing what ever song I had prepared but I opened my mouth and started rapping "Holidae Inn" and then Linzi started doing the backing vocals and then suddenly Courtney was there and she was doing the fucking beatbox. And then Mrs. Burnett finally put me in spirit. And then I woke up again and thought to myself "I gotta stop getting high off of ibuprofen" The end. 
