So, I wish I had written this down as soon as I woke up, but alas I didn't. So you're only going to get a short preview of it. Basically (in real life) my dog just turned 19 on October 6th. 19!!! He is quite the badass, just so you know. So I had a dream that my dog, Spuds, was...
Wait for it...
A motorcycle. Yes he was part dog, part motorcycle and I was driving him down the freeway and came to a stop and some officer was there and was like "Uh, what are you doing?" and I was like 'just ridin' my motorcycle dog'. But then I started to feel bad because he's so old and I knew he probably could keep this up so I stopped and let him go home with my parents or something I don't remember.
Then I was at my old high school (*Shudder*) and there was some huge event going on, and I ended up making out with some guy, which shall remain nameless, and there was a lot of hubbub going on, and my friend Ariel was there, and I never even see her anymore, except in my dreams apparently. I don't know. The motorcycle dog part is obviously the best :P
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