worst nightmare ever

-i just woke up not even 20 mins ago
-the first words that came out of my mouth was "what the fuck"
-i had possibly just had the worst nightmare in a long time
-it went something like this:
-wilie's family was leaving willie by himself for a couple of days
-oh, btw for reference apprently we live in africa
-ok so willie and i decide to go to some werid cutty desert to chill and shit with our bikes
-in the reality of the story, we were going there to smoke dank, straight up
-anyways, it was getting late and dark
-by the time we knew it, we are blazed as fuck and trying to find our way out the desert
-that's not even the hard part
-apparently there are man-eating baboons and mini giraffes trying to attack us
-but they are afraid of light, and we have industrial powered lights to fend ourselves with
-along the way, we meet some cracked out hobos huddled around a trash-can on fire
-they try to rape/rob us and we run away
-ok for some reason the next part of the dream is willie, christina, emma, casey, and me all in casey's car as hes driving us down the freeway in africa
-we're all having a good time, full of laughs, when i realize that i don't know where i put my bike
-i turn to willie and say "hey where did we put our bikes"
-and wilie simply just says "i think we left them in the desert"
-at that point i am freaking the fuck out, like i am tripping dicks
-it was my brand new green brusier with the best parts on it
-i start frantically yelling "willie, we have to fucking go back to the desert to get our bikes"
-and willie is half-dazed saying "o shit yea we should" but he was more calm about it
-so i make casey drive us to willies house
-and as emma, christina, and casey are sun-tanning in willies garage (yes, you guys were sun-tanning in a garage, with the door closed, this was a really weird dream) willie and i went around the house looking for the industrial lights that we somehow lost
-on top of that, willie's dad was home for some reason and he was trying to help us
-eventually we find them but only to find out that they don't work
-so we spend hella time trying to solder the wires to make it work
-no one else was as panicking as i was
-it was getting dark and i was thinking, "oh fuck, those goddamn baboons, giraffes, and crack whores are going to kill us"
-unfortunately, this is when i decided to wake up and say the words, "what the fuck"
-so i guess the story ends here, i am pretty bummed that i did not find out what happened
-but for the first minute when i had gain consciousness, i actually believed i was living in africa, when to the desert, lost my bike, and met cracked out hobos, and man-eating baboons and giraffes
-i was completely sober when i went to bed...i think
-but either way that was some fucked up shit for me and i felt nervous the whole time
-i need a therapist
-this totally kills that one dream i had about carl heroin story, which i have told numerous times in person
-ask me for that story
-edit: i think miles is the first person to read this story, after i wrote it i sent it to miles for him to read
-he interpreted my dream in a way that i probably would've never thought of
-if you ever have problems go talk to miles, great person to talk to about your problems

-power to the peaceful soon, going with jon
-why did it have to rain?