JonBingus

This dream was long and fantastical and full of insane battles and places, but I am just going to write out the end. I was on a ski hill with Sasha, and we went down the run once. She started humble bragging about how good she was at skiing and how she did all these hipster things. When we went to get on the ski lift, she asked the guy for a boost or something so he let her on the chair way after it had swung around, it made not sense. I had to sprint after it and climb on the thing as it was going up in the air, 007 style. On the way up, I realized all of my buddies were in the chairs ahead and behind us. At the top, we started chilling and getting our shit ready to bomb the hill, when my brother and all his buddies got off too. They were happy to see us and started yelling about some party that was going on up here in a chalet. Apparantly it was the biggest party of the year.

As we arrived, I took stock of my group vs my bros. His crew was the regular boys, Big Bart and the like. I had with me Australian Dan, Arshia, Mert, and Chumbus, the mentally retarded rapper. The guy was extremely down syndrome, but he was a pretty nice guy and we brought him to the party. In the middle of it, he said he got a job working with Mert on films. Crazy. I remember looking at the snap I made of the party, and then checking Big Barts shit, he had a crazy timelapse night club video that had hundreds of likes on instagram already.

Then came a moment when suddenly the rooms were empty. Everyone was gone, and it was just me, Aussie Dan, and Chumbus. The girl at the bar gave me a wicked look. I asked her what happened.

"Everybody moved to a different party. I think it's at Roger Federer's house."

"Oh shit, I had no idea. Where is it?"

"Sorry, it's only 700 people, place is totally full."

"Man, how did I miss it? My friends must have been too drunk and forgotten to tell me."

"Maybe it isn't your friends. Maybe it's you. You aren't invited. Look around you kid."

And that's when it sunk in. It was me, a failed Aussie, a retarded guy, and 3 people who passed out in their own vomit. We were the lowest of the low, to the point were they moved parties just to drop us 3.
That hurt man. In reality, I usually am the guy throwing the parties, but I guess this is how my life could go if I lose all ambition. The last thing I did in the dream was tell Chumbus that he has a to work 10 hours a day 7 days a week if he wants to achieve anything at all in this world, and especially in this industry.

I'm gonna go work extra hard today.