I dreamt that my friends and I went to this amazing beautiful perfect theme park called Glitter Boy. Even the name is perfect. Everything at Glitter Boy was glittery and sparkly and perfect and there was candy EVERYWHERE! And there were people who made candy sculptures of your face and someone made one of my roommates head because she is perfect. I guess it looked extraordinarily like her because people kept trying to take a picture of her with it. And then this stupid ghetto lady and her ghetto kids kept trying to steal it from her and eat it. Stupid children.
Then I woke up (in my dream) and told my friends about Glitter Boy and all it’s wonderfulness. And while I was describing it, they were like, oh so it looked like this? And I turn around and we are at our own theme park, and I’m like oh yes of course! Apparently our theme park was pretty popular for its roller coaster fight club. So popular, in fact, that Zach Galifianakis was a member. So Zach was on his way to the top, and when he got there, the old man he was paired with stopped the ride and was like, let’s fight outside of the car instead. So Zach climbs out, but then the old man JUMPS OFF the top of the roller coaster! But of course he didn’t die so it was cool. Welcome to my brain.
