McLovin Tanaka: Dream Critique

Hmmm, something is amiss with your summary. It appears you have forgotten significant portions of your dream. Allow me to retrieve the missing sections from your nocturnal hallucination archives.

Ahhh yes… Now it is clear… In your dream you were headed to work with your best friend, Burgoonica, who was also a wall. On your commute, which you take via skateboarding on a pickle, you encountered Stephen Tony Hawking. He told you he liked your “chill vibes” and asked if you knew how to count. You realized you didn’t, and accepted his offer to teach you. Burgoonica pleaded that you need to hurry to your job, which was being a witch’s flying monkey (it offered great benefits and the company softball team was unbeatable). Stephen Tony Hawking insisted that you stay to count. You decided to leave because of how much you hate being late for work, but as you stepped away Stephen Tony Hawking shouted, “Flunk!” Then all of your teeth turned into popcorn kernels, which popped and fell out of your mouth, and Stephen Tony Hawking demanded that you count them. It was at this point that a colossal disco-ball Pac-Man ate you all, solidifying your lateness to work.

Overall I found this dream rather trite and uncreative. I must have heard it a hundred times. It was so boring that not even you could remember the details. I would normally give it a waning crescent, but I’ll bump it up to waxing because the pickle was new.

Better dreams next time,

Benezraldo

p.s. You may have trouble remembering things during the next few days. This is normal. The file clerk of your hallucination archives is still recuperating from the trauma of our encounter. Be patient with him; he’ll come to you when he’s ready.