- stack money
- lay low
- choreograph 3 pieces
- get that ectomorphic strength
I need to print this hella big and put it on my ceiling so I can wake up to it.
Because you miss 100% of the shots that you don’t take.
Advice that I tell others but I need to personally take…
<3 Shuffling :D
This time my dream was about me walking around this carpeted building with one of my old friends/acquaintances, phil temple. I was helping him with this poster board project thing, walking around the room looking for people interested in his poster board. Interesting piece of detail was that his posterboard was made completely out of wood, painted white. I found two people interested in it, both male and wearing suits.
All of a sudden I was asking one of the two males if they knew a person named marc monfarte. He was this very inspiring dancer who used to dance in this hip hop team with me, AK. He told me to search youtube and the only thing I came up with was his wondergirls “nobody nobody” choreography, except it was filmed in some sort of tropical jungle scene.
Then, suddenly, I was on this hill/cliff/peninsula overlooking the jungle and the ocean. Some people or animals were chasing me, kinda like in temple run. When I reached the edge of the cliff, I stopped and took my umbrella and stomped on the ground, making a cool hiphop beat. I attempted to rap, and the people started to join me in spitting rhymes. It was fun. Then, I think it was police who spotted me and wanted to capture me. I hacked a loogie at them and then I jumped in the ocean water. Surprising the waves did not drown me because I was aparrantly being protected by this totem/token/charm/necklace of some sort that I was wearing.
I had this dream last night that I was skateboarding on my childhood neighborhood street and I was trying to park my skateboard on the curb where there was most shade from the sun. Apparently there was a festive carnival at the park near by close to my old elementary school. I did not attend it. Rather, I took my skateboard and rode it down the street in front of my house. At the end of the street, there was this girl who was also riding her skateboard; Dark brown hair, almost black, had the whole skinny jeans and converse shoes thing going on. I said “hi,” turns out she was one of my first childhood crushes but we were both older now. I cannot recall what her name was but it was a very interesting scene. She wanted to race me with our skateboards and so we did. Apparently she lived just a block away from me.
All of a sudden, I was at some sort of college or university campus and there was a lot of students roaming around. A large fountain in the middle of a grassy field, next to some sort of ice cream or popcorn stand. For some odd reason there were two people who I believe have never met before working at the little snack shop. I walked over to get in line, I asked to sample some food. My friend, gave me some pop corn with some sticky syrup on it, she stated that I needed to form the popcorn into a ball and that it would solidify and become cold. Seemed very strange, but interesting at the same time. And so I balled up the food, and surprisingly it became cold and it was crunchy when I took a bite out of it. She said the cost was on the house. My other friend who was in line, asked for some ice cream added to his ball of crunchy goodness, but he needed to pay extra. Ah, the perks of a good shop employee…
Adjacent to the shop was a golf tent apparatus, located between the food shop and the fountain in the field. A collection of small plastic bags with coins in them were displayed on this plastic stand of some sort. People were in queue of receiving their golf drivers/putters. I scoffed at people who completely missed their target of hitting the golf ball.
As I made my way back to the top of the hill that overlooked the field, golf shop, and fountain, a person who looked like my cousin Ralf started to run toward the golf tent. he was wearing a yellow shirt and brown shorts as well as his rayban sun glasses. He was yelling outrageously and obnoxiously, but I cannot recall what he was yelling about. I tried to get his attention but i could not.
We are just trying to figure each other out.
officially my all time favorite postmost men are only into a woman’s body where as the woman wants to know the mans mind.
Thanks society. On-point post.
At least you wrote “most” men. Thank you for that!
I just took an unnecessary nap. and I had a dream that I was in a video game that was a fusion of plants vs zombies and call of duty….. hella weird.
Whether you like dancing or not, you MUST WATCH THIS VIDEO. The quality of the artistic directing is too damn high!!