Frispee
I was playing Frisbee with my dad and some other dude. I have no idea who the other dude was, but we were playing at the park in Dana Point by the harbor off Golden Lantern (I think it's called Lantern Bay Park or something).
I was at some academy or something with my parents (yep, both of them). I guess we were trying to get me into the school for some reason. We had to give them a fake last name for some reason. I think it had to do with being middle class. We weren't rich enough to pay for the school, but we weren't poor enough to get a scholarship, so we tried to make it look like we were poor so they would give me a scholarship. The fake last name was "Hicks." I didn't like the whole idea of lying to get me into the school, so i was in a really bad mood. Then, they wanted us ALL to take a urine test. My mom and dad went first, and then it was my turn (we were all using the same...jar for some reason). I was wandering around the bathroom and got lost or something (it was like the biggest bathroom ever...like...a bathroom wonderland or something). I found a room with urinals, but there was a bunch of girls hanging around in that room for some reason. I walked around a bit more, and then just said, "screw it, i'm doing it here." So as soon as i was about to do it, i woke up.
Kinda weird that my dad was in BOTH of these dreams and i didn't realize i was dreaming. Stupid Brian. You go squish now.

2 Comments:
I like how social status is apparently determined by a urine sample
I just changed my band name to Bathroom Wonderland.
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