Weird

Dudes, dudes, dudes. Everyone shimmy shamming I hope. So I had this dream last night I thought I'd share. Cant remember most of it but... We were all living outside in this crazy climate where it would rain then be mad hot and we were all running around wild as fuck having a great time. It was a lot of fun, then some official seeming people came and told us we had to leave for a trip. Then was the best part. Suddenly we were all flying in this cramped little plane having another little party. Every few minutes one of us would leave the group and go pilot it. It was tiny and rickety but we were moving like a jet fighter making crazy moves. After what felt like a couple hours we landed and I got out to see what we were flying in. It was an oldschool bicycle with a passenger compartment attached like a trailer. The pilot would sit outside the compartment on a seat like a normal bike and fucking gun it. There was a little propeller in the back and you would crank to keep it going. Th best part is it held 14 people. We all just piled out of this compartment the size of Smartcar. I got really excited and took tons of photos. My plan was to upload them to Hester P. I woke up this morning ready to post all the photos.... then realized I was dreaming. It was so much fun. So ya thats it. Stay well gentlemen, fly high, get dry, look in the mirror, and close one eye. What you see, is not a mystery, for it has taken time, to re-embody your history. Look at yourself, take care of your health, ask both what you are, and where you want to be.

--Jake did not write this.