Who Wants To Read My Dream Log? I’m Like Charles Bronson Out This Bitch (I Wrote This As Soon As I Woke Up)
I was in some part of DC trying to make it to a Metro station… and I see an Indian restaurant as a short cut, so I go into the Indian restaurant and ask them how I can get to that Metro stop across the way, and I notice every guy in there is armed to the teeth with guns (visible in holsters). And as I’m walking around the restaurant trying to find my way out, I all of a sudden realize those armed men are now pointing their guns at me, and to the back of my head… They must have been a drug gang and thought I was there to disrupt their operation. I sorta put my hands up and plead to them that, “hey, I’m just tryin’ to get to that Metro over there, and I guess I took the wrong short cut.” At this point there are multiple guns pointed at my head… I continue pleading and saying, “I ain’t rich, why else would I be trying to take the metro, let me go.”
Eventually I find myself blindfolded in a car and they’re driving me around. After about 10 mins, the car stops, and everyone gets out, and we are at the Metro stop and all of the “goons” with guns start laughing and giving me dap. And I’m like high-fiving everyone that I just got through this crazy ordeal, when for them, it was nothing, the whole time them having their guns out. I eventually realize to stop shaking these guys’ hands, and just leave before one of them has a change of heart and pops a cap in my ass! So I say thanks, and run along… I run into this girl at the party I was going to, and the first thing I do is explain to her what had just happened…
Then my alarm clock woke me up.
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