Most people dream at night. Random thoughts occur in my mind and I think of them as daydreams. Here's one.
In this dream I was dating Cameron Dallas and I was one of the most famous people alive. I had to walk a tightrope for entertainment. There was a conversation, too.
Me: *About to walk across tightrope* *Also harnessed* Cameron, I'm scared!
Cameron: You're harnessed in, and it can hold over triple your weight. There's nothing to be afraid of!
Me: *Literally dying* Cam, Can you hold my hand?
Cameron: *Holds me* *Stands me straight for support*
Me: -15 minutes later- *Walks 5 feet* *Falls on cushion on ground*
Cameron: You only made it 5 feet!
Me: *Out if breath* The cable broke and I landed on a giant mattress and somehow survived. How ya doin'?
Cameron: *Flops down on mattress* It's good you're alive! I don't know how or why you broke through the wire, but I don't think that it was strong enough.
Me: *Long pause* So you're calling me fat?
I still don't know how I survived, but it's my head and my head is one of the craziest things in my body. No, it's the craziest.
