Dreams

When I get to heaven I have a few questions I want answered. First, how did evolution work?. Second, who really killed JFK?. Then somewhere after that, what is the purpose of dreams?

I don't like to dream. It is a feeling I've had for a long time which is only compounded now by my fear of being incepted. My dreams are rarely a pleasant ordeal. They disturb me and freak me out. This also leads to why I don't like taking sedatives because they make me have very vivid dreams all night long. Not my kind of a good time.

My dream last night was not disturbing or freaky just weird. I was at a church building where there had just been a concert. I don't remember the concert itself. All of a sudden I am getting an autograph from Tom Delonge, for those of you who don't know that is one of the members of blink-182. He signs my sweatshirt and then goes to sign my notebook but then asks what I want him to write. We talk about the possibility of him writing me a letter/poem/song. He says to do that he needs to know me better and that I should contact him over google +. I told you my dreams are weird. Then my dream transitions to me trying to get to a class I have to get to in the building. I go through one of those weird stages in my dream where I can't walk right and my vision goes all whack. After a long period of this I make it to my class which is the class I was very irritated with before going to sleep and I verbally beat the crap out of my teacher.

So dreams are bad.