So I stayed up too late and got messed up on Jones' Soda, No Doze, and hummingbird food before I crashed at about 6 am.
All that sugar went right to my brain because I had a dream about this amazing girl...
...and we were killing zombies. Except there was this guy dressed like a dentist who was evil and turned people into zombies. He sat you down in his dentist chair and injected you with a bunch of stuff. Anyway, he caught me and was going to give me the sleeping gas to knock me out. He laughed all evil like and told me to count back from 100. I tried to fight it, I kept telling myself I have to fight it. Its like that feeling you get when your really sleepy in class but you're trying to stay awake? It was just like that. "Gotta fight it" I kept telling myself and struggling to stay awake.
Then I woke up, confused for a moment, staring at the ceiling. I think I tricked myself into waking up. It was crazy.
Moral of the story? Don't tell your dentist that you drank a six pack of soda that's made straight from cane sugar and ate a bag of sour patch kids all in one night.