5-10-2016
A friend and me are in my room and a guy named Dave shows up to visit. He is young (my age in the dream is not evident) and a musician in a band and goes to our school (it’s been a looooooong time since I’ve been in high school).. We laugh and joke and he tells us about getting an agent to promote them. I’m thinking “why bother because it’s just a shitty cover band” but he seems psyched that they may have a gig in Moscow Russia. I’m thinking “that’s going a long way away just to suck.” but anyway.

Then we meet him again at school and he introduces us to the rest of the band and we hang out at recess eating greenery. One dumbass asks “What’s greenery?” We point to our pea pods and asparagus as if to say what do you think?

Then me and my friend are hanging out in my room again and talk show host and crazy conspiracy theorist Alex Jones shows up and starts to tell us about a band he likes. We laugh and say we had a musician in our room yesterday. Then we’re back at the playground recess area and Donald Trump is in what appears to be a wash tub and soaking naked in it covered in suds. I’m thinking I hope he scrubs himself away.
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