elitegymnastics:

Born 1971 in Emsdetten, Germany, lives in London, UK and Emsdetten, Germany

Stress and honey seem to give me some strange sleep adventures.

We were out and met Kanye West somehow. The world I dreamed was a big stucco trailer park with strange garages lining the streets. Everyone I know was here in the dream. Kanye gave me the key to his truck. So I had to literally hide out from every scenester in town because they wanted to hang out in said truck. I saw a guy trying to catch a bluejay so I hung out with him and no one could find me. I eventually got caught, and some girl stole my debit card, which was in fact the key to kanye’s car. When he realised what was going on, he decided to hold a conference. It was amazing. We went to this futuristic glowing room. Kanye decided we would have a party for everyone on his yacht. I designed the invitation. He made me make sure to include that T Pain would be performing. Exactly three hundred of my friends were invited. So I called everyone, and we all lived in a trailer park, so it wasn’t hard to gather people. We all decided to dress CRAZY for the occasion. Jeff and tyler covered themselves in clear tape, but ran streams of lava under the tape so they looked like human lava lamps. I went all around making sure everyone was ready, some people were dressed like peacocks, some like newscasters. Think The Hunger Games. I called Keith to come up but he was so far away he couldn’t get there in ten minutes when the ship was leaving. My dad said “I’ll go get him for you”. I tried to look for an outfit to wear, but all my clothes were from when I was little. Everything was purple. Dad came back with the bus and we hopped in and drove off. He then drove through the Cape Cod Canal to get us there. I thought we would die but he did what he had to do. We got to kanye’s big white vans that would haul us all to the ship. JJ and Pat were late. So late that I woke up and had to go to work. Epic party interrupted by real life.

Wut.