
I am in a huge theater by myself. Eating popcorn and drinking a huge Coke. The movie starts to play. The movie ends up being my dreams. All of them. In order. My dream history literally flashing before my eyes. The movie ends. I walk out of the theater and see some friends. I tell them what happened. They tell me that everyone is able to do that. Record dreams and watch them later while in a conscienceless state. Awesome, I think.
This last one I had last night. I'm in my room running around looking for my camera. I see a bunch of different ones. Different sizes, shapes, types, makes, but none of them are mine. I hear some talking downstairs. I'm dressed up in a nice suit and I'm bugging out about how my hair looks. Constantly looking in the mirror. I find my camera. I head downstairs. As I'm rushing down, I'm making sure my camera is working. I then see him. Russell Simmons. He's in my house doing some PR stuff for his clothing line. I walk up to him and talk business with him. He tells me he likes how I look and wants to use me in one of his ads. We pose of a picture.
I wake up.
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