The Bottom of the Pyramid

Date: 6/9/2019

Last night I dreamed of wealth. And a whole bunch of other crazy shit. My family and I were all staying together in a nice house. The dreams constantly flipped back and forth between scenarios we had all faced growing up. But the one that stuck out, that I remember was with me. Somehow my sperm was the key to unlocking the magic of the bottom tier of an ancient pyramid. And if you pulled stones from the bottom of the pyramid, and wrote on them whatever it is you desire glowed in a gold, and then instantly manifested. It was incredible. So there was this ring of guys who knew this secret, and they were close to my family. So they were doing everything in their power to watch over my adolescence in secret, waiting for me to masturbate to get the sperm. Or have sex with a chick. But it was moving to slow. Weird? I know. But nothing shady happened. There was of course an antagonist who looked like Joe Dirt, who tried stealing it. But got caught. Before he could go to jail, he was kidnapped by these two white guys. They raped him. And put him in this place to monitor him. They’d want him to just watch movies in this place that looked like an old block buster. And it was impossible to escape. I watched him for a while try to. It was comical to see him fail constantly. So somehow through it all we ended up at the pyramids. Which was actually a building. And we took pieces of the bottom of it and tried writing on them. I started with Gold, and then moved on to millions of dollars in cash. And for sure it worked. The dream ended with us all on a really huge boat living lavish.