The dream in question began with a blonde woman in glasses asking me a series of questions.  She was holding a clipboard.  All her questions were really personal and I was scared of her.  I tried to not answer but every time she managed to rip an answer out of me.  I told her everything.  Everything.

And that was when I woke up.

The dream in question began with a lot of circles.  Specifically, purple and black circles.  Spinning around each other.  It was odd.

And that was when i woke up.

The dream in question began with me sitting in a school in Tokyo.  It was my final exam on mech suits, you know, those giant robot suits in anime that destroy everything and ARE SO COOL!!!  Either way, all of the first questions were just basic mechanics, and I breezed through them. However, the final questions were all written responses on the philosophy of mech suits, and I regretted not studying more.  I turned in my test hoping for a B.

And that was when I woke up

The dream in question began with me standing randomly in the streets of Iran.  I don’t know how I knew it was Iran, as it looked just like any other stereotypical portrayal of a Middle Eastern town, but it was Iran.  Either way, a man walked up to me and stuck his finger in his mouth.  This was weird.  He then preceded to twirl his finger around until his finger had assuredly touched every molecule of his mouth.

And that was when I woke up.

The dream in question began with me attending a fashion show.  The only living beings on the runway were giraffes.  They appeared to be really well known and all the reporters loved them.  I said “hi,” but the giraffes got mad and started attacking me.  I karate chopped them all in the neck and they died.

And that was when i woke up.

The dream in question began with me getting dragged from a speedboat.  It was cold and pretty uncomfortable, as one would expect.  I kept hearing a voice narrate my being dragged, but could never make out exactly what they were saying.  Eventually the rope broke.

And that was when i woke up.

The dream in question began with me sitting on a raft in the middle of the ocean with a person who apparently is supposed to be my brother.  I don’t have a brother, but whatever, I’ll roll with it.  My brother then falls off the raft and gets bitten by a shark.  He then climbs back on the raft and starts whining about he was bitten by a shark.  I hate my fake brother.

And that was when i woke up.

The dream in question began with me, my family, and a few people who i imagine were supposed to be my friends sitting around a campfire.  All of a sudden, Dr. Dre appeared with a Bluetooth (and surprisingly not Beats-branded) speaker, and started playing a bunch of early Eminem songs.  Dre then began narrating the history of how Eminem recorded each song in an unusually deep voice, and then suddenly Eminem appeared in a tight black shirt to lip sync along to his songs.

And that was when I woke up.

The dream in question began with me standing in front of the most bland suburban house I could ever imagine.  I did not know why I was there, except a man had recently came up to me and handed me a machine gun with no explanation.  As I stood wondering what was going on, a giant pink drone-thingy started flying towards me at an alarming speed.  I used my machine gun to shoot it down.  “So that was why he gave me the gun” is all I said.

And that was when I woke up.

The dream in question began with me lying in a hotel room, struggling to fall asleep. I could not sleep because there was a loud repetitive snoring keeping me awake. I looked at the bed next to mine and an elephant was there, snoring but looking adorable. I put a pillow over my ears.

And that was when I woke up.