A dream is a wish your fart makes

Chapter One: My First Fart

          I was in a dark room. Everything was pitch black. It was like the world was collapsing and I was Helen Keller; blind and deaf. I felt myself turning around, but I had no control of where I was going. Just then the ground caved in and there were green hills with a variety of beautiful flowers layering it. An instant later, John Stamos started treading up the hill towards me. I was in awe, for he was glowing and looked unreal. He came close to me, leaning towards me as to whisper something,  but he didn't. The next thing I know he turned around and a loud noise came out of his rear. 

          "AGH!" I screamed. John Stamos just blessed me with a fart as long as the universe and as loud the sound of all the cats in the world meowing in sync (very loud). 

And then I woke up.