I was sitting in my grandparents house, and I heard my grandpa talking about how his next door neighbor always wanted to beat him when it came to cars. Grandpa buys a Nissan 350Z, his neighbor buys a Nissan 380Z. My Grandpa won, though. He bought a yellow 2011 Corvette. It was the most incredible car I had ever seen. The color of the car was intense and incredibly reflective. The car may have been a convertible, because the roof was black. It had a very sleek design, with chrome accents along the doors and paneling. It was then that I realized that it was in the living room. No one seemed to mind.
Someone said that it was time to leave, and I felt that a trip to the bathroom would be a wise idea. Instead of going to the restroom, I found a ceramic bowl in the kitchen, and I decided to use that. The more I relieved myself, the closer I was to the ground, until I was crouched down in a standing fetal position. It just kept going and going. I was filling the large ceramic bowl to the rim. My cousins kept coming up to me to tell me that it was time to leave, but I couldn't leave yet. I wasn't finished. Finally, it was filled to the brim, and I was finished. I was still close to the ground, and it was at this point that my parents walked over and crouched down next to me.
Dad had a video camera, and they both had silly grins on their faces. Mom was talking to me like she would a pet, saying, "Look what you did! Good boy!" I don't know why, but we decided that we needed to take the bowl with us for transport. It was night when we got in the car to drive to I don't know where. At this point, there was a percentage meter above the bowl for how much was in it. The road was bumpy, and whoever was driving was making very sharp turns. The bowl sloshed around, and the percentage dropped to 83%.
When I got out of the the car, I was in Pittsburgh with my friend, Paul. We were outside the church that Andrew preaches in. When I told him that we would be going to the show that his church was having. His response was "Excellent, brother, excellent."
We sat in a room that seemed to be a small theater. It was dark except for the stage. Jen's ex-boyfriend was performing a spoken word act, but I couldn't hear it because someone next to me was talking. I saw Jen stand up a few rows ahead of me and quietly exit the theater. I stood up to follow her, and the dream dissolved.
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Originally Posted by Sean Lennon
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