
So I had a crazy dream last night. I was living with my mom, in the house she grew up in. I was wearing a shirt similar to the one above, very 1993, with a long-sleeve, thermal shirt under it. I was wearing shorts with jeans over them. Then, two men entered our house, I don’t remember the exact exchange, but they, for lack of a better phrase, took over our house, and kicked us out.
So we were just chillin at the local basketball court with Smokey and a few other people, taking pictures on my camera and the like. I don’t know what we did that night, but the next morning we went back to the house, despite the apprehension from my mom (obviously this was a dream, no way Moms would just roll over like that). When we got to the house, who is there but Jeremy Piven and some scientist guy who looks like Jeff Goldblum, but isn’t. Piven seems to be the money behind whatever is going on, while not-Jeff Goldblum works away at something in another room. Piven assured us that they would be done by tomorrow, and that my mom could get another set of clothes, but I couldn’t.
I think he was hitting on her.
mp3: Solomon Burke – Only A Dream








