I have the weirdest dreams. No joke. You know how they say that dreams mean something, that it's your subconscious trying to tell you something? Well, if that's true, then mine is trying to teach me some weird lesson. I've told some of my dreams to my family and friends, and they have no clue what they're supposed to mean.

And my dreams are in vivid detail too. When I wake up, I can almost-perfectly recall what I dreamed about. Once when I was telling my sister what happened in a particularly long dream I had, she didn't believe that it was an actual dream because I was going into extreme details about things that had happened and how people looked.

One of the strangest dreams I've ever had started off in a basketball court. I was sitting in the bleachers watching the game, and every time I looked around at the other onlookers, everyone had changed seats without me noticing. (At one point, Ryan from High School Musical showed up next to me. He was wearing his pink striped shirt and pink cap. He offered me some popcorn. I accepted.) Eventually, I got bored, and as I was standing up to leave, I turned around and saw where the court was. It was on the stage of an enormous theatre.

I immediately got super excited and got off the basketball court/stage to go exploring. I went to the back to go see the sound booth, but then I discovered a rope ladder hanging off of a wall. I did the logical thing that anyone would do in my situation and started climbing it without second thought. When I reached the top, there was this little home made out of sticks and leaves. I began looking around through all the stuff inside the home, and I found all of these arts and craft materials. Suddenly, I felt breathing on my neck. I turned around, and there was a gorilla, glaring down at me angrily.

He was angry at first that I discovered his super secret home, but I ended up befriending him. It turned out that the gorilla made the arts and craft stuff for a living. He taught me how to make craft packets, and we were having tons of fun until I realized that I had to go to the restroom. I didn't want to go the way that the gorilla went, so I told him that I would return in a minute before going back down the ladder in search of a public restroom.

 When I came back, the gorilla's little home had been destroyed. All of his arts and craft stuff had been pushed off of tables and other surfaces on to the floor. I was suddenly overwhelmed with the knowledge that the gorilla had been arrested by the secret gorilla police and that they were also looking for me for knowing of the gorilla's existence and not reporting it. I realized that I needed to go into hiding, so I left the gorilla's ransacked home and the theatre, taking off running down a series of long hallways in search of an exit. All of a sudden, a part of the wall opened, and a hand reached out and dragged me in.

I was thrown to the ground, and when I looked up, I was surrounded by a gang of criminals. It was the Wall Mafia. They forced me to become a member of their gang, and then explained what the building we were in was. It was a huge structure that not only had multiple theatres/gyms, but also filming studios where a bunch of movies with high-profile stars were currently in the process of being made. The leader of the mafia told me that if I used their secret passageways to break into the movie stars' dressing rooms, I could steal their partially-drinked water bottles. Those water bottles would have bits of the celebrities' DNA in it, which the Wall Mafia could use to get into their bank accounts and legally take all of their money.

Since I kind of had no choice in the matter, I let them show me all of the multiple secret passageways that would lead me into the dressing rooms. I broke in and stole dozens of water bottles, storing them in a yellow backpack. I was almost caught at one point by Sutton Foster, but I managed to duck under a table before she caught me. I returned back to the gang and gave them the backpack of water bottles.

And that's when I woke up. What's that dream even supposed to mean??

Also, I have never once had a flying dream. NEVER. Even when I was little and had a Peter Pan dream, I never flew. WHY CAN'T I HAVE A FLYING DREAM? I JUST WANT TO FLY.

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So yeah. Dreams are weird.