Post Malone

Date: 3/12/2019

I was biking around Robinwood with Post Malone, he was on a skateboard. Don’t remember getting in the car, but soon we were out on East Lake Rd. He was outside the car, feet on the open drivers window, hanging on. As I turn onto the street, he lets go and starts to lean. I’m yelling for him to stop (yelling “Babe” so we must have been together) and because I’m looking back and forth at him, I go off the road and into a ditch, sending him flying. All of a sudden I’m on my bike again, and I’m going to Chesnut Park. I have a small gun in my hand and I’m standing on a square wooden piece, with deer passing all around me. I’m trying to shoot at them with one hand and the other hand has my phone. I keep getting notifications from a group message of all the Chamber Choir gays. All of a sudden, this app I’m open to pings saying a monkey is coming, and immediately there’s a small monkey on me trying to get down the back of my pants. I take the bike home to Mom and Dad’s and go inside. I realize I need to check on Post, so as I go to the front door to leave, Dad is walking up. I open the door and see his and four other cars out in the street. He says, “Man, it looks like Mrs. Havisham’s” as he pulls out his phone and shows me a pic of a TON of Mexican food. That’s when I woke up, and it took a second to realize that it was a dream and I didn’t actually kill Post Malone lol.