As I seem to be one of the extra loud and out there exchange students, it doesn’t surprise in the least that I ended up being in someone’s dream…. doing something incredibly bizzare.
Here’s what Kim (the one with the crazy imagination) told me happened…
“You were the son of a rich rotarian and were staying next door to me in Finland. I came out for a walk and you were lounging beside a burning BMW. I asked what the hell you were doing and you said you were practicing burning one, because you were bored. Then you walked over to look at your fake dead child and said, ‘better do it properly next time’.
Then I walked over to where you were standing and my diary caught fire.
I then woke up screaming ‘my diary’ only to have my mum come in and tell me to shut-up.
then I really woke up and was like ‘wtf, better tell ryan’.”
She said “it seemed to real!” and that she forgot to mention a little bit… “you were like ‘fuck, I need to practice robbing banks’, I was like, ‘aren’t you rich already?’ and you’re like, ‘yeah, but I’m not cool like those guys who just run in and smash the place’.”
I guess it’s nice to know that people think about me in their sleep…. ;]
Enjoy your day guys. :]
And sweet dreams to those across the world.