To Burger King?
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I was at this boy's house, we'll call him B. We were downstairs in his basement (he doesn't actually have a basement) and we were watching TV. We started cutting up weed on large bristol board, we were getting ready to roll it. It wasn't cut yet, and it stuck together like cookie dough. We heard someone coming downstairs, so I rolled it up in the bristol board and layed on it. It was another boy's mom, we'll call him G. But in my dream, she was B's mom. Anyway, she asked us what we were doing, and we just said watching TV. She asked why I was lying on bristol board, and I told her it was for a project and I just ended up that way somehow. So she decided that she liked the show we were watching and decided to sit down and watch it. (The show just showed one person speaking at a time in profile, though they made no sound) B's brother came downstairs with some friends, and they started watching too. More and more people kept coming down. Later on, the part of me that knew I was dreaming realized that some of the people watching TV were dressed as giant fruits. It was really strange.
I left B's house through the window, as to not disturb the TV watchers. B was with me, but as we got to the bus stop, he was now another friend of mine, R. We were both really hungry, so we were headed to Burger King because it was Whooper wednesday (even though I'm vegetarian) We bused to this strange plaza where all of the colours were inverted, and started walking to a building. We passes Burger King. We went into this building that was like a movie theatre. We were waiting in line for tickets, and R went up to get his. I went up to get mine, and the lady asked me very rudely, "Did we call your number?" So I said no, and she replied, "Well wait until we do!" I wasn't aware we needed a number, then a number appeared on my hand, it was 217. The next number they called was 64. And that was where my dream ended.
