Sceneman was prominent though.
It was Christmas and we were all competing and shit to see who had the best tree. The Biz had gun decorations on his tree. But Sceneman had the BIGGEST.
Riding the wave after graduation and winning that award for his game, he comes in riding on this huge blue casket, dressed up as a skeleton and he has a hearse, and a bunch of zombies following him. They march up to the cemetary where his tree would be set; the highest point in Boretown. So they plant the tree and Sceneman recites some shit from The Simpsons, you know one of those fucking songs from one of the Christmas specials. And then he told everyone to shut the fuck up, opened his big blue box. His lackeys pulled the huge tree out of the box, Sceneman started dancing in celebration, and they dropped the tree on top of him.
Oops.
Then I had a dream where I was driving somewhere (I don't remember), and my brakes weren't working well. Yet another Christmas dream judging from the decorations and cheery demeanor. I was at a red light for what seemed an eternity, and for reason my brakes wouldn't stop the car from moving inch by inch as I slowly crossed the intersection. When I got to the middle part of the intersection, some young woman hit a lady in the bumper, and this pissed the lady off SO FUCKING MUCH that she stopped the car, pulled out an ak-47, shot EVERYONE IN THE INTERSECTION. I remember being shot in the ear, and for reason I actually felt it. It wasn't actual physical pain, but it felt like I was actually being hit by SOMETHING.
I woke up, sweat all over my body.
Why can't I just dream about cock and balls?
