Dream No. 3

Winter break is almost over and as I lay myself down to sleep, I dreaded about college. Just a few more days till I have to go back to Southern California and resume a life of lectures and late night coffee drinking. Finally, I passed out and dreamed up a weird ass dream.

I was heading to my Psychology class when my friend Steve bumped into me in the corner. Now, Steve is my eccentric Japanese friend. Today, he was dressed up like a geisha, however in his sash there was a samurai sword. You know what, Steve's fucking weird; he'd prolly dress like that in real life. I looked at him for a minute and asked, "What the fuck are you wearing?" He glared at me and bowed his head. I copied him. Realizing that he looked too fucking weird to be around, I made haste to the classroom. As we entered the building, I noticed the annoying kid who sits in the front; the shit-for-brains who usually disrupts the class with bullshit questions and dumbass remarks (Steve and I do not like this punk fool). Without warning Steve shouted a Japanese phrase (???) and did a running jump kick at the knee of the dumbass, striking him fiercely with his click-clacky sandals. As Dumbass got on one knee cradling his injury, Steve drew his samurai sword with ninja speed and was about to behead this asshole and end his life for goo--

I woke up right before the katana would have sliced his head off like a loaf of bread and was like goddamn. It was 4 PM; I slept for over 12 hours. I decided to holler at my boy. He didn't pick up. I was totes going to tell this gook my dream. Fuck me senseless.