I had this bizarre dream this morning, that all of my family was over at my brothers house, and all of us are sitting in the living room, in front of a big ass X-Mas tree.....
My mother gives me a dog....She got up and went into the garage, and came back with this big, beautiful German Shepherd, my favorite dog...
So, i grab a collar and leash, and get the dog all hooked up to take him outside to get familiar with him, and, the fuckin thing starts barking and yelping and raising holy Hell, trying to get into my jacket pocket...
I'm like, ''holy shit man, wtf is up with this thing?!?", and i start running to get away from the rabid bastard, because he just won't let up, he's just going fuckin beserk and snapping at my jacket and hands...
I finally get outside, and i tear my jacket off to throw it in the truck, and a bunch of little baggies of coke go flyin out of my jacket pockets....Like, 6 or 7 8 balls, just flyin all over the driveway and shit, and my entire damn family is standing out on the patio, watching me scramble all around picking up all these little platic packets.......Just when i realize the damn dog was a drug sniffing canine, i woke up.
I sat up in bed, and looked up at the t.v., and sure enough, it's on the damn History Channel, and that damn drug show was on.... Fuckin thing was causing me to have dreams about getting busted for having drugs on me at X-Mas time...
I actually got up and checked all my damn coat pockets in the clost too, just to be sure...
