Sweet dreams are made of this

Had such a variety of dreams last night. Dreamt that Rachel from Glee was being a beyotch to my mom so I beat the crap out of her. I kept slapping her face but she just kept on talking in that annoying way. I also dreamt I was a teacher or helper at a school and Pres. Obama was just passing by in the hallway with Robin Thicke’s “Shakin’ It 4 Daddy” playing in the background. Nobody noticed him until I asked him for an autograph and to take a picture with me. He later took a group pic with my class. Later on after he left, the fat middle-aged helpers started bitching about how he should’ve let the school know he would be stopping by, so that they could’ve dressed better and put makeup on that day. Then there was the funny x-rated dream. Then the last one I remember, it was the end of the day and I was going home, but apparently part of my daily commute home from work is hiking through Manhattan. During this time I happened upon some reality show filming; it was a mix of Fear Factor/Biggest Loser and there was a guy named Nuncio who was about to dig into some sausages. Then I woke up.

So what are my dreams telling me, friends? lol

Tags: dreams