I dreamt again this morning. I guess I'm on a roll this February! It was about one of my childhood friends who lives like 4 streets away from home. His name's Jorge[and the fucker likes to pronounce it as "George"]. Like, c'mon man! Accept the fact that it's "Hor-he"!!
Well he's an arrogant prick. He used to be as far as I know. I don't hang around him that much to know. I guess he still is. A leopard can't change his spots. But lately, he seems nice. I just don't hear him bragging anymore. Well to me at least. Because he knows what kind of verbal lashing he's gonna get from me.
In this dream, we were at someone else's house. I think it was Eric's, I dunno. But I'm sure it was in our subdivision. He said something outta place, so I told him to STFU(shut the fuck up). He was angered by this so he decided to stand and bang with me.
When we were kids, I could've easily wilted under his onslaught. But it's 2010 baby, so he couldn't match my hand speed. I'm stronger than him too(I used to lift heavier weights than him) so I just proceeded to pound him out.
The next scene in the dream was that we were in this room with other dudes. His face was busted up and everything, and he always kept looking at me in a menacing way. As if he wanted revenge.
Well I didn't give a fuck about it, and just continued talking to this dude. When I least expected it, he(Jorge) started rainin' blows on me. Good thing my chin's pretty solid, so I wasn't fazed. I just countered and pounded him out again. The dream ended through ground and pound. I guess I'm more of a GNP fighter, hehehe!
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