I just woke up. I still remember the entire dream I just had, but this part is the only part that stood out to me. I remember that me and my family were either renovating our house or getting ready to move. I kept getting into trouble because I KEPT seeing this guy running past and stealing our shit from the garage but when people got outside and to the garage, no one was there and nothing was missing. So my uncle (Which was Bernie Mac for some reason) came and got me and we were riding around the city. We ended up stopping at this rinky dink ass strip club that I told him was known for being wack as fuck but he wanted to go anyway so I reluctantly agreed and went with him. It was like the middle of the day and it wasn't even built like a normal strip club. (Think... A hood ass... one room bunny land ranch... Almost like a regular house.)
We walked through and ended up in the kitchen which had a seating area where all the strippers were, and it was a few people lounging and talking. (Im guessing this was the V.I.P. area) I remember that it was a girl that I went to high school with there named Vicki (She's a stripper in real life... Or was one... I don't fuck with her like that to know completely) and a girl I went to middle school with named Brandi, and sitting next to her was one of my exes which wasn't a stripper, I guess she was just friends with the rest of the girls. It's crazy because I've posted MANY pictures of this girl on my blog and I even gave her an entire post... But I digress... Either way it goes, she doesn't fuck with me in real life anymore, and apparently in the dream she didn't either. When I finally noticed it was her, she has this downtrodden ass look on her face like she was just hella sad about the world and everything in it. I didn't say hello to her because I already knew that I wouldn't have gotten a reply.
I just sat down and chilled with everyone, then Brandi started instigating and talking shit to get us to say some bullshit to each other. (Just like she did in middle school) All I remember is that my ex got up and said, "im about to go get my boyfriend" and Brandi was like "YEEEAH GO GET THAT NIGGA". So my ex came back with this light skinned, short, skinny ass dude with braids, and it's crazy, because aside from the face, the rest of his body looked exactly like one of my other ex's boyfriend's. (It probably was him subconsciously) I greeted the dude like a gentleman would and extended my hand for a shake but he slapped it away and said some dumb ass shit.
All I remember from then on out is me blowing his shit back and we scrapped it out all through that rinky dink strip club till we ended up in the bathroom where I busted the mirror with his head and ended the fight. Then a chick I met at the strip club earlier in the dream popped up and revealed to me that she was an undercover cop and that the police were on their way. So I went back in the bathroom and tried to convince this bloody ass nigga to tell the police that our "minor scuffle" was resolved between us and that everything was cool, but his weak ass old uncle that looked just like my old high school algebra teacher wouldn't let me talk to him... So I said fuck that jail shit and woke up..
We walked through and ended up in the kitchen which had a seating area where all the strippers were, and it was a few people lounging and talking. (Im guessing this was the V.I.P. area) I remember that it was a girl that I went to high school with there named Vicki (She's a stripper in real life... Or was one... I don't fuck with her like that to know completely) and a girl I went to middle school with named Brandi, and sitting next to her was one of my exes which wasn't a stripper, I guess she was just friends with the rest of the girls. It's crazy because I've posted MANY pictures of this girl on my blog and I even gave her an entire post... But I digress... Either way it goes, she doesn't fuck with me in real life anymore, and apparently in the dream she didn't either. When I finally noticed it was her, she has this downtrodden ass look on her face like she was just hella sad about the world and everything in it. I didn't say hello to her because I already knew that I wouldn't have gotten a reply.
I just sat down and chilled with everyone, then Brandi started instigating and talking shit to get us to say some bullshit to each other. (Just like she did in middle school) All I remember is that my ex got up and said, "im about to go get my boyfriend" and Brandi was like "YEEEAH GO GET THAT NIGGA". So my ex came back with this light skinned, short, skinny ass dude with braids, and it's crazy, because aside from the face, the rest of his body looked exactly like one of my other ex's boyfriend's. (It probably was him subconsciously) I greeted the dude like a gentleman would and extended my hand for a shake but he slapped it away and said some dumb ass shit.
All I remember from then on out is me blowing his shit back and we scrapped it out all through that rinky dink strip club till we ended up in the bathroom where I busted the mirror with his head and ended the fight. Then a chick I met at the strip club earlier in the dream popped up and revealed to me that she was an undercover cop and that the police were on their way. So I went back in the bathroom and tried to convince this bloody ass nigga to tell the police that our "minor scuffle" was resolved between us and that everything was cool, but his weak ass old uncle that looked just like my old high school algebra teacher wouldn't let me talk to him... So I said fuck that jail shit and woke up..
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