I woke up one morning. Shrek was at the door. It was too good to be true. In fact it wasn't true. I was still asleep. I was dreaming about the dankness people felt about a year ago. The year is 2016, and shrek has all but died. The new dank lord is John Cena. I wish I could be that man. I wish I had 8 year olds jacking off to me, screaming my name every day. I can hear them now, "John Cena, John Cena!" Then with a burst of light, I was awake for real this time.
Hey, author here. Me speaking is italicised for you masters of basement swordsmanship. Give me a shout if you experience this. I want to know if it's a normal dream.
