That night, I had a psychedelic, drug-induced

That night, I had a psychedelic, drug-induced dream. A cold sweat broke out across my skin as the nightmarish, shadow puppet-like images played against the canvas of my mind.

I could even hear the nickelodeon sounds as I dated my mind's canvas. I was handed a certificate with a bright gold embossing at the bottom signed by the shadow puppets. The drea

the dream was to steal a bunch of Elon Musk's tesla's and eat ice cream with the president. that is my

live goal. I even got a tricky plan.

This plan was handed down to me by a confused alcoholic

with a penchant for red rubber noses and rainbow afro wigs. It was the ultimate disguise - nobody would suspect a disco clown! I agreed to the plan and donned the costume. It was

supposed to conceal me from the other people at the theater, and I really hoped it would work.

To my utter chagrin, notorious "influencer" Patio Light was seated next to me, had her stick-cam out, and tried to include me in her promo of a much better concealer. The orchestra

thundered Beethoven's 5th as Ms. Light brazenly planted her lips on mine, all the while filming away with her free hand! I protested, but was shushed by irate audience members