My Dream The Other Night
The other night I had the worst dream of my life. No. It was actually the lamest dream of my life. The worst dream happened when I was six or seven. My parents were out of town, and for some reason, I dreamt that my bedroom was under attack- by Ozzy Osbourne. “Metal” was just becoming really popular, and I was very unsure of bands like WASP and Megadeath, of which I learned about by reading the back of bus seats. Ozzy busted in my room with what was either a tommy-gun, or, a sub-machine gun and started firing.
No, the other night, I dreamt I was trying on a few pairs of shoes. Nothing outlandish- usually my “go to’s” - Converse or Puma’s. A few weren’t right for me, so I tried on some different pairs. That, could be, the lamest dream ever.
