America’s most wanted

Date: 9/23/2018

I drop Sierra off at the strip and then am on my way walking down the street with my parents - all of a sudden there’s people spying on us and I turn into some secret agent. We make a run for it and I’m parkour-ing through the crowds and streets. I finally loose them and end up back at the strip club where Sierra is there with two of her friends and Nick is also there in a black/blue jester getup as a male stripper? We are checking in to the front desk guy and he grabs my body pillow and throws it - “these are not allowed sir”. I kept grabbing after it and was able to sneak it into the room next door. The setting was in someone’s house/livingroom/basement with black lights etc, everyone sharing a few couches. I keep telling the girls I’ve been shot and show them my forearm that had a grazed wound - I felt it when it happened. I am then back on the run and find my way into a double decker bus. I go to the back and the bus driver ejects the back seat, saying sitting there is not allowed. I fall out of the bus, run and get back in and go to the second story in the back. He doesn’t eject t this time, thinking that it’s too cruel because now I’m 20ft off the ground. Instead the driver pulls to a stop and two uniformed men come find me and try to detain me. I get off the bus and there’s 20+ cop cars and different agencies (I still have no idea what I did). I see off to the right this middle aged woman in a hippie van who insists I meet with her as if she’s my lawyer or something. I get in the van and then we begin to download my brain into her body (like in Rick and Morty). I’m then in our backyard and up on the hill I see fireworks or shooting stars all up around the night sky - I can’t tell what they are or where they came from and I look over to Rob and Charlie and they are watching something on TV: someone is riding a giant donkey (like 15ft tall) in a canyon in the jungle like Jurassic Park. The donkeys back has a patch of grass on it “it’s like how they make mulch, they just rip it off the donkey and throw it in the garden section at Home Depot” I joke. They shake their heads and we look back up to the fireworks- neighbors are lighting some off but we still can’t explain all the ones miles up in the sky...