In the dream, I have a slice of pizza with my name on it.
It’s so beautiful, but then I realize it’s really not that special.
I can’t even eat the whole thing because it’s so dry.
I’m thinking, What the hell, I’m hungry.
And then I’m sitting at the kitchen table, and I’m like, I want a slice.
So I’m eating my pizza, but when I open my eyes, there’s this pizza, and there’s not even the toppings on it, just cheese.
I don’t know what to do with this pizza.
And I’m wondering what’s going on.
Then I have this dream of me standing on a table, having dinner with my friends, and then going to bed.
Then in my dreams I’m going to wake up in this apartment and go into my bedroom and wake up this pizza that’s been there for a year, and that I didn’t even realize I ate.
It has the same flavor and texture as my real pizza, so I’m still thinking about it.
But it’s just so overwhelming and overwhelming.
I know there’s going to be something that I can do.
I have to get my pizza to a dream street.
It starts with dreaming of me on a street.
The first thing I do is I go to the street.
I go from my apartment, and my bedroom, to the dreams, and it’s like, Oh my God, I was there.
I was really close.
But I can see now that I was dreaming that I actually got there.
But now, I’ve got this pizza with toppings and cheese.
It really does feel real.
I start to get really excited.
Then, I go into the dreams and I start thinking about what I’m gonna eat.
I am trying to remember the toppling on the pizza, because I know I’m not supposed to eat any.
I started thinking, Oh, I don