
Last night I finally get to bed at a reasonable hour and all the sudden I wake up at about 230am. My body was absolutely exhausted, not tired like you’ve had a long day but more fatigued because of my dream I was in. From what I can remember I was running from something or someone in a foreign country that doesn’t find Americans kosher. But per usual, I was saving some baby from one of my arch nemesis, just being the good samaritan I am while going above and beyond for my home country. I don’t remember why or what exactly I was doing; however, I know I was running at full speed and sprinting for a long time. Just weaving in and out of streets and alley, jumping over cars, fences and store carts. I’m talking about some real hero ass chase shit where it’s me vs the world and I refuse to lose. Basically what Die Hard 10 is going to be like once the younger and faster son of John McClain takes over the series. Now again this is a dream so when I wake up, I expect to be fine but guess what… I was exhausted. I could feel my legs were tired and cramping. Am my that out of shape that not only I can’t run in real life but I also get sore from running in my dream? I mean that’s out of shape on a new level. It’s like I am reinventing the game of out of shape with this type of pussery. Thank god I am starting the Gym today. That dream brought me to a new low in life. I refuse to go back.
P.s. Of course when I fell back asleep I didn’t get to finish that dream. Who knows what happened to that baby. I figure it’s blossoming into a boy genius as we speak.