Immigrant !jJEom8Ii3E started this discussion 10 years ago#55,018
> get a job in a hotel > spend forever trying to make a pamphlet > cleaning crew is crying and begging me to help > go on a creepy floor with dead animals and shadow people > i resign.
> in a fascist futuristic society > living in a huge ass gray block > go for a hotdog > get asked if I want shemales with it > store man is helping me carry home a giant hotdog with ladyboys on it laughing and giggling
At some point i also started working for the president of Iceland as a painter. But he demanded I would be alcoholic.
That's the thing about dreams, no lying about the world being concrete
Meowth joined in and replied with this 10 years ago, 20 hours later, 20 hours after the original post[^][v]#713,498
Booooring didn't even read. Hearing about other peoples' dreams is like explaining a movie to someone very poorly which obviously they haven't seen. How about you tell us a real dream, like the good ol' King.