Sweet Dreams Are Made of These
Monday, March 19, 2007
Have you ever had a dream that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?
Actually Morpheus said that. I unfortunately was able to wake up from my dream and I definitely knew the difference between the dream world and the real world.
Last Friday (Yes last Friday. I still remember the dream and I've been too busy to blog about it) I had a dream. A beautiful dream. I dreamt that I had won a lottery and hit a Jackpot of US$6 billion dollars. SIX billion dollars. Obviously a dream considering the world record for winning a jackpot is something just over 360 million dollars. ARGH. Can you imagine how sad I was to wake up and have to go for a project meeting? I was planning to save 5 and spend 1 billion dollars. I remember I had the money put into 5 Louis Vuitton bags with $120million a bag in cash wads.
5 bags. How did I carry them? Well Donald Trump was walking with me. You figured I should have realised that I was dreaming by now right, but I rationalized that it was all possible. So Donald Trump was walking beside me helping me carry my $6billion dollars and we were chatting. And he asked if I would like to intern with him. When we reached my penthouse suite I woke up.
I still remember my reaction when I woke up. I was like... oh hell. Fuck. $6billion dollars. Reality blows
Sprouting Nonsense Since 1984 {12:32 am}
