I met Taylor Swift

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A lot of the times I wake up knowing that I had a dream, but unlike MLK I usually have no idea what it was. Sometimes I'd remember little segments of it, and those are usually pretty interesting. They always leave me leaving for school intrigued, knowing that there is more to the awesomeness.

Anyway, last night in my dream I was driving down a freeway in my Mazda 626 97 model. It was one of those cars they kept in the building, pimped out with luxury stuff like leather seats and whatnot. Being a little more than ten years old, the decor has faded and really fell behind the times. But a car is a car and I am not going to be picky about it. I don't remember where I was going in my dream, and I don't think I was going anywhere at all.

After a few minutes on a seemingly empty freeway, I came up on my exit and took it. Strangely, the exit led to the top floor of a garage building. Note that it wasn't strange in the context of my dream, as if it's an everyday occurrence. If you live in my town the garage is a replica of the Lone Star garage next to the Marriott at town square. I drove down the empty garage and came up on a paying booth. I slowed the car down and rolled down the window. The attendant looked at me and said nonchalantly, "That'd be twenty dollars."

I argued and haggled with the attendant for a bit. I mean twenty dollars for a freeway exit is pretty ridiculous. Eventually I learned that the garage is owned by Taylor Swift and she's making a side career of ripping people off. At that point I flipped out and said to the attendant "fuck this shit" and stepped down on the gas pedal hard; apparently my dream self cusses as much as my internet self. My car shot out the garage trailed by a cloud of white smoke, breaking that metal bar thing that paying booths have in the process, and screeched as I made a sharp turn onto the road.

Later I decided to apologize to Taylor Swift for destroying her property and generally causing a scene at her business. Some of you might claim that I just wanted to get in her pants. Fuck you. I went to look for her in her high school, even though she's probably not in high school anymore in real life, she's still in high school in my dream. Turns out her school is as bleak as my Friday full day class, those of you that have been keeping up with me knows what I am talking about. She wasn't at school so I spend some time asking around where she lived. Turns out she lived behind her school in a Peter Pan style tree house. It was pretty leet to be honest.

By the time I reached Taylor Swift's house I had become a tauren (consult my World of Warcraft album if you don't get this). However, in the dream it was as if I was always a tauren. She came out and greeted me, apparently she knew I wrecked her paying booth metal bar and gave her attendant attitude. Surprisingly, she's a draenei shaman the whole time and was unwilling to accept my apology. Not only was she on the opposing faction, she was a total bitch as well. She started invoking help from the elements and called down lightning bolts to attack me, but I managed to dodge it.

The dream pretty much ended with a cliffhanger there, with me PvPing Taylor Swift. God damn I need a life. For those of you that get kicks out of interpreting dreams, I'd be interested in hearing what you have to say.