This one time I had a dream that I had to go to prom, but my mom insisted that she went with me to sign up. Walking into the cafeteria wasn't the most embarrassing part though, after we left, I discovered that the school was now on top of a snowy mountain. There were a bunch of snow boarders that made fun of me for wearing a helmet on my way home, and then, before I knew it, I had to go to prom. I walked across the street to center city, completely lost, and now running. There was a large convention of Asian grand parents, and I had to push through the crowd in order to cross the bridge. Pretty soon I had to ask for help from a man in an old mustang that had a rusty number 69 on the side. I asked him where the prom was and he told me that it was in the basement of the museum of art. I asked him to drive me there, even thought I was standing in front of the museum of art. I was watching the car float away, like in a video game, as it drifted past the sun set, and landed on a dark road leading toward a lake. The man invited me in, and we sat on his couch. He was then a rag doll, and I ran away. Every time I looked back he was closer, and I continued to apologize to him. I was then seeing a couple in their living room watching television with two walls missing, as I appeared behind the TV, through one of the missing walls, wearing a very poorly fitted super man muscle suit. Then there was something with Matt Damon, and the twist was that the whole thing was a movie trailer.
I don't really give dreams much thought anymore.
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