Dreams
FunnyMan
Monday June 13, 2011
Me and FunnyMan lived in the same house. It seems like a police station and the house were connected cause I brooke out of jail and headed for FunnyMan's door. And there was a yellow FM in the middle of the door. I poked the door to lightly open it, I ran right into him (he was just heading out) I quickly turned around and started walking back, then running back to my room (no more jail, it disappeared). I remember having a friend with me when he walked in to see what I was doing. I told him I was going to attempt to scare him but it didn't work. The truth was that I didn't know what to say to him so I was going to stare through the crack. And then we talked to each other as if we new one another.
Me and FunnyMan lived in the same house. It seems like a police station and the house were connected cause I brooke out of jail and headed for FunnyMan's door. And there was a yellow FM in the middle of the door. I poked the door to lightly open it, I ran right into him (he was just heading out) I quickly turned around and started walking back, then running back to my room (no more jail, it disappeared). I remember having a friend with me when he walked in to see what I was doing. I told him I was going to attempt to scare him but it didn't work. The truth was that I didn't know what to say to him so I was going to stare through the crack. And then we talked to each other as if we new one another.