But instead I dreamt that I found myself in the middle of a shootout with Martha Stewart and her daughter vs. the government in the White House. How did I get there? Well I took the wrong bus in my college and the bus driver got paranoid that we would get pulled over because he took a different path than he normally does to drop me off so he decided to just drive around aimlessly. The only reason why we DID finally get pulled over was because the bus driver was driving around aimlessly.

Somehow we ended up at the White House (i thought the buses were only supposed to stay within the vicinity of the campus??). It didn’t look like the real life White House, but in my dream it was. It was a lot fancier and we had to enter through the Lincoln Memorial to get there - but oddly enough the statue of Lincoln didn’t exist. it was just an open space leading to what was the White House. It was really really quiet, so I went in.

Unknowingly, I walked into a the previously mentioned wide open space (where the lincoln memorial would be, but you had to go through something that resembled doors) with police, FBI and other government officials with their guns drawn pointing to Martha Stewart and her daughter hugging while taking shelter behind something. I was behind these two so it looked like the police were pointing their guns to me. Before you start feeling bad for Martha and her daughter, their faces did not show the least bit of guilt or remorse for whatever they did (i dont know why, but i knew that they were guilty) They looked like they had a plan. Everything in this paragraph happened within 3 seconds.

Within a couple more seconds, the police, Martha and her daughter started shooting all at the same time. I immediately ran and tried ducking for cover and literally saw bullets pass right by my head. I felt a tiny bullet hit my chest. Everywhere was unsafe and before I could make it to shelter, a bullet swept right onto my ear and made a large gash. The police had terrible aim. (I’ve never been in the middle of a shootout nor have I ever been shot. this is how i would assume it could’ve gone)

and im guessing in a separate dream, i was walking back and forth from a youtube convention to a jurassic park like attraction to my car. im not sure what my goal was, but i was still very bloody. 

it was weird. i try not to make sense of anything i dream about or try and interpret them. 

TL;DR I found out Martha Stewart has a daughter through one of my dreams. 

i came home only to see that my little cousin has turned into an asian version of harry styles.

hunnit dollah bill. hunnit dollah bill. ril. 

-jay z