workingwifey

Two nights ago I had a really weird dream. The dream started with me at the airport in Colorado, trying to find a flight back to San Diego. I had to wait in this line outside and everyone in like would get on teams, and had to answer questions, and if we got the questions right, we got a prize. So we answered all these questions and I ended up getting into a limo. Inside the limo with me was my dad, and a couple other friends. There was also some dude driving-he wasn’t a professional driver, he was someone that someone knew, but I don’t know who he was. At one point, someone had a big bottle of Tequilla and my dad had them woman pour him a wine glass full of it. I told my dad he better eat something before he drives home, and we were in downtown San Diego at that point and I was looking at all the restaurants, trying to decide which one to take him to. His face looked really weird and he looked really out of it. Then we kept driving and I was eating a Taco Supreme from Taco Bell. Then we drove up this big mountain, and it was completely dark outside, and we got to the top and ended up driving off and crashing. I remember when the car was flipping and bumping, I was like, “What the heck is going on?!” but I wasn’t fully scared. Then the car stopped, and my dad and I got out, and from the outside, the Limo looked like a giant Taco Supreme. We were trying to dig everyone out of the taco mix and I was choking on the taco, because I was eating while we crashed and I almost choked to death. My cat Phyre was also there, and we were the only three survivors.

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