Okay people gather round for this story of o mine. So my dream Just was me in my room hanging out and just chillin with my free time. Then I hear a couple of really loud thuds come outside from the living room. I look out my window to see a white van pull into our driveway and a guy come out of it. So an hour or two later ( goddamn dream time man) I went out into the dining room. Of course my dad's dining room is empty, does it look like we can afford a table we're never gonna use? Anyways so I walk out and see the dude messing with our tv that was, for some reason in the dining room just siting in the floor. He for some reason brought a bald python to my house as well. I even asked him " hey why did you bring this?" And he just stared at me. So he finished 'fixing' our tv and then my dad invited him to watch a few minutes of his show. So we all did. We just stood there like brainless corpses as the the tv continued the growth of the tumors inside of our skulls. One of the characters in the tv show turned into a zombie after his eyes clouded over except he was more like a super soldier now than an actual zombie. Now, this happened right after my dad said " that'd be cool if it could actually happen" while he was totally unprepared for the consequences. So then we all move to the living room as I'm sure that the snake is somewhere dying in the vents. My dad and the zombie dude start having a like a battle to the death and my dad. My dad started fighting back with 80's KARATE MOVES. At this point even in my dream I was done so I sat there and watched for a while. But after that I just went back to my room and passed out. Is it sad that passed out in my own goddamn dream. I really am a lazy ass.
