Sunday, December 13, 2009

Walmart for weights

So last night, I was on a quest for strength. I wanted to be stronger, so where do I go? WALMART. Eh? Well apparently in dream world, Walmart is also a fully-functional gym as well as a supermarket powerhouse.

Okay.

So I go there and a bunch of dudes ask me really complicated questions about specific muscles. I get severely confused.
Then I get attacked so to speak by some people I know. they pet my hair... awesome. One that I just recently met leaves. I follow her in my quest for strength.

Cue art shirt.

Everything is super colorful and drawn. I am confused as always. I sim up a waterfall with a person riding my back to where the person lives. She takes off her clothes (I was like WOAH) to reveal a giant hideous scar. I am like, "okay." She is like, "THIS IS THE PRICE OF POWER."

I wake up. Awesome.

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