So, About My Dream...

I woke up morning after perhaps the most symbolic, strangest and; for reasons unbeknownst to me, most erotic dream of my entire life.

So, in the dream, it began with my school friends and I playing soccer celebrating our last day of high school. (In the dream, we were seniors.) then, after we picked teams and only one person remained (Who is one of my good friends named Pozo.) was left to play as the field.

Have I lost you yet? If not; I will in a minute:

So after playing soccer on Pozo's face for a while; they told us to align on the ground in the shape of a baseball bat. As we did; the Big Boy mascot fell over and most of us escaped just in time. (A few of my fellow comrades, however, did not and likely died a horrible, slow death.) Then, just by fate; the school exploded and I became a firefighter with 62 Truck of Rescue Me.

How about now? No? Well, keep reading:

We weren't like the brave, heroic firefigthters you think of; we were crude, lude and rude. We were looking to get laid (During a fire, mind you.) and we actually almost successful! As we walked (Literally, just slow as fuckin' snails) through the burning school, which, for one reason or another; became a church. Tommy Gavin, his (Deceased) brother Johnny, his cousin Eddie and I began searching the rooms for booze (Keep in mind, I don't drink.)

You sure you're not lost? Okay...:

So, magically we found some. Tommy then proceeded to suck down the entire bottle and we continued on our search for any possible victims as the scenery changed once more to a college dormitory. Whilst searching the rooms; we walked into a girl's room and there we found the rest of our crew. (Franco, Mike, the deceased Lou, Garrity, Black Shawn, Needles and the deceased Jerry.) In the room; they were watching a lesbian porno which was some clever pun based on another film, I can't quite remember...Oh yeah, and everyone in the room was reading transvestite magazines...

Even I'm lost, now:

After that lovely viewing/reading session we all finally remembered what our job was and put out the fire, which now became an orphanage for middle schoolers...with white, jizz-like foam. At this home, we overheard the girls making fun of us and saying we were bad firefighters, so we left, depressed. On our way back to a random-ass house; we discovered that every time we put our hats on; it made a fire truck sound...

And then I woke up.