i feel good

i pretty much have all of my assessments complete. 

i just have to compile 3 songs i've written with charts. 

should be a breeeezzeeeee. 

it's 1 AM and i'm hungry so i'm in a tough spot here. 

i think i'll grab a snack. 

my favorite food right now is sour cream. weird, i know. 

so i'll have some chips and sour cream i'm thinking. 

i have be up mad early. not stoked. not a bit. 

i had a crazy dream last night too. here it is... 

Driving in aynor with dad. Car wreck happens. Car disappears into the water I think. Something about us jumping over a ditch. 

Never see the person or driver. So we go to aynor. Looks like Grandma B's house. Across the street we are looking out back in the dark and we see these kids after while in a cage. They are slaves from South America. I call the cops. They raid. Have 11 charges but only do like two. TJ Bailey is there and knows them.. But he doesn't care that I called. Many many many people come when the cops do. The woman gets arrestred and the man doesn't. Picture of the path they walk with narrow cut out. Worn to dirt. Weeds to the side. And a puddle in the middle. 

I go to wal mart. See some randoms who are playing a video.. A skate video.  And I'm on it and vitaly edited it. I talk to them. Then I go to taryns house. She is wild and drives huge vans and does masssive burnouts. We are driving a black 15 passenger van. And spinning 360s like crazy. We are going down this hill and I'm yelling stop kinda. But taryn keeps pushing it. We crash into these big christmas tree kinda trees. The car hardly has any dents though. We are looking at the car and its day again somehow. Taryns mom comes with a tan and green van. I knew they already had that one. That was one at the house before we left in the flat black one. 

Then Taryns dad comes with a huge like charter bus.. But skinnier. And it drives so weird. So he asks me to drive us home. Taryn is australian by the way. Because we are driving on the left side. He keeps telling me this is how we do it in australia too. So I back out and go the wrong way. The bus is way different. Its like a normal looking. But that way you drive is crazy. Its like the seat. But this huge cylinder thing comes up way high. And you have to shimmy up to see where you are going. If you need to turn you have to go to the bottom and turn it kinda left, without flipping the bus over. It steers very similar to a bendy tall bass cab with two wheels and I am about 2 feet tall. I switch over to Doug. He drives home the right way and does it all perfect. I secretly am mad. 

weirdest dream ever.