Freestyle Writing 3

I really had that dream....I know

Dreams are the menace of sleep.  As a kid I had this reoccurring nightmare of batman chasing me on a skateboard.  It isn’t funny, it was a very dark warehouse and the panning of the camera was pretty suspenseful.  I like to think I’ve upgraded.  I just woke up to a pretty interesting setting, sitting at a picnic table in the dark with my sister and a friend.  It didn’t start there, it started with them dreaming, and I would whisper things into their ear so that when they woke up it would be reality.  It wasn’t any deep thoughts or s**t like that. I would just whisper things like “lefty tighty; righty loosey mother f****r”, but it was crazy none the less. In all seriousness I believe you can only dream what you know. Why else can’t you dream your own death? Supposedly if you die in your dream you die in your sleep; because you now know it to be.  People say follow your dreams but I think we make our own dreams. Present. Destiny is what you follow, and you can manipulate that like a Twizzler. They tell you to dream big but what they don’t tell you is not to do it while driving. There are millions of deaths per year via Volkswagen beetle. So, I would stick to leaving it in the bedroom where the magic happens.

Sweet Dreams.

Author's Note

Grammar, says the parrot he said.