Dreams. Gateways into the bizarre alternate realities that seemed to have been forsaken by God. I’ve kept a record of some of my more interesting ones, and would love to share them with you. Buckle up, it’s gonna be a wild ride.

I swear to God, this was actually what I dreamt about a while back:

When I was in high school, we did a production of Le Mis (not part of the dream, but needed for context). In this dream, we finished the final night of Le Mis, and then I proceeded to quit my terrible job at a waterpark (I have never had a job at the waterpark).

However, I was then teleported to Mexico, where I had to call my parents to pick me up. I crashed at a hotel and began to leave, but I ended up being teleported right back.

There was only one thing to do. I ended up teaming up with Hank from Breaking Bad, along with a Lucha Libre wrestler and the Ghostbusters, to take down Walter White, Gus Fring, the Mafia, Chewbacca, and Ed Helms. It was a battle for the ages, and we ended up killing Walt and Chewbacca.