Subs and paintball

Date: 8/2/2018

So I was walking to my friend Dominick’s house and all of a sudden a nuclear sub showed up and it had a glass hatch and I could see in the drivers seat. There was a putin sweatshirt in it. I was startled so I ran to his house. I get there in the back and I tell Dominck about the sub and we go to his front yard (which was now on the water) and another sub popped up. Right next to us. We panicked. It had a giant Putin flag raised. I was freaking out and went running down the block into the store I was sweaty and apologetic about being so disturbed but we had a national security problem on our hands and we needed the phone. The girl said I don’t like and would never date you you but here you go. The rest of the customers who were these preppy college kids went out to take a look and assured me it was nothing. I apologized for being so crazy about it and left. The next thing I know I’m riding tandem with Dominick on a bike and we hit this intersection and saw a beautiful girl riding her bike and we gunned it and tried to make the turn but we’re going so fast we both started laughing so hard because we knew we were going down. We crashed and flopped all over the place. Then I was dating a pro golfer and she went on tour and was in Australia and all she had was a beeper to communicate with and it was really stormy there and here and I remember my golf clubs being at the bottom of a lake after the course flooded over. I got a beep msg from her but could not make out what it said. Something with a lot of different guys names on it. Then it was time for paintball and we were playing inside a school. It was fairly serious and my gun stopped working and would only shoot liquid paint. So this Spanish dude had to hook it up to his computer to fix it. As soon as the gun started making certain tones it was fixed. I took the gun from his house and began to walk and I saw all these younger friends of mine sitting and eating sushi and I just took a quick seat to say hello and I was off and I remember looking down and I was wearing this Hawaiian shirt and said man I look like a tool right now in this shirt and paintball gun in my hand. There was another part of the dream where Dominick and I were with a new group of people from another town and we were flirting and dating with girls and smoking cigarettes and he kept stealing these Newport’s from this ghetto chick and kept looking at me with the face that says don’t say shit. There was a lot of gossiping going on about who likes who and who was dating who now. We were by some playground. It was bizarre.