last night I had a dream that Wiz Khalifa was to play a show in the front yard of Girard. His opening act was some kind of booty shake contest. My Dad was there and Wiz called him "Arnie" or some other nickname for Arnold Shwarzeneggar because he is tall. There were also gangsters and little kids in costumes.
I climbed a tree and walked out on a branch, but jumped off when I heard it begin to crack. After the opening act, I texted and called you, but you didn't answer. You texted back "I love you."
Then Wiz and his crew disappeared and I assumed they were smoking somewhere. I went looking for them inside of the house. I crouched and looked down the stairs, they weren't there. The little kids in costumes started fighting each other and their moms tried to break them up. A car stopped in the road but someone told it to keep going.
I climbed a tree and walked out on a branch, but jumped off when I heard it begin to crack. After the opening act, I texted and called you, but you didn't answer. You texted back "I love you."
Then Wiz and his crew disappeared and I assumed they were smoking somewhere. I went looking for them inside of the house. I crouched and looked down the stairs, they weren't there. The little kids in costumes started fighting each other and their moms tried to break them up. A car stopped in the road but someone told it to keep going.
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