Okay let’s see if I can remember this dream.
My house was more elaborate then it really is but it was still the same house. The house across the street was the same except a bunch of my friends lived there and there was underground shit. I was like a…mentor or something to some of the kids who lived there.
And there was one girl who was a boxer but she got hurt. So I went to see her and there was some shady shit going on and I told her how worried I was and she was just ‘no no it’s fine. Coach gave me this thing’ and it was some kind of…paste thing that she eats and I tried some and it was weird and I kept telling her how worried I was.
So I leave and talk to some of friends in the house and tell them what’s up. And show them the spoonful of paste stuff I still have. And it got really weird when I left the house to go back home.
I walk outside and hear something. I look to the side and Blake is over there(he apparently had moved back at some point cause it was like I was hanging out with a lot) but he was having a seizure. I went to go help him and call 911 and then I start throwing up. Just like…A constant pouring of this weird watery but chunky barf. Looking back now, I think it was from the boxing paste.
I guess I never called 911 cause I ended up helping him back to my house and put him on the couch.
Ummm…Wake up the next day, we chat, somewhere in there he has another seizure. I try to call 911 but I either keep dialing the wrong thing or it wouldn’t connect. Dad comes home. Ummm…A whole bunch(and I mean like…30) quilting ladies show up even though mom isn’t home. But they won’t tell me why and just go into my house.
Next thing I know, I’m going to Blake’s job to let him know that he’s not getting out of a doctor visit. Find out he the CEO or something of a company. Some chit chat happens. His only boss is a bad guy or something and put a bomb on a subway train. Which I found out cause I overheard the bad group as I was going to the subway.
I run back out and run into one of my friends. Tell him to go stall the bad guys. Friend ends up being Sam Wilson aka Falcon.
And ummmm there was more but that’s what remember.
So I got some more new clothes today but I also wrecked my knee so pictures to come this weekend.
you are weak like a broken tortilla chip
Okay but for real tho
Went to the doc today after not going for like…2 1/2 years.
We’re gonna start me on a few meds including a hormone compound. I have to completely rearrange my diet(which I needed to do anyway) and get more exercise(also needed to do anyway).
So here I go. Three months to see where I go with the change.
Let gets this shit under control.
I can no longer be a ninja turtle.
Pizza has been taken from me.