This Dream Doesn't Deserve a Title.

You guys. Holy shit.

So a few days ago, Caity and I were talking about how we want to take a life-changing road trip just to get away from life for a bit. And last night I don't know what the fuck was wrong with my subconscious, but we went on a life-changing road trip all right.

So I don't know where the fuck we were going to, but we were driving for a while and getting tired, so we pulled over in the middle of a desert in the middle of butt fuck nowhere to relax. We got out of her car to breathe in some fresh air when all of a sudden, a bunch of kids with squirt guns ran by being chased by J. Lynch and Riko. They saw us, hugs all around, and then they led us back (along with the kids) to this huge picnic. Both of their families were there, along with a bunch of random families from around the desert area. After grabbing some food and sharing our story, the boys decided they wanted to join us on our trip.

As we drove out of the desert, Caity spotted our co-workers, Sean, Davey, Monicka and Galen, walking on the side of the road in suits. First off, why the FUCK would anyone walk around the desert in suits like what the fuck is happening. So we pulled over and asked if they wanted to join our crew. Galen, Monicka and Davey were like "fuck yeah", but we had to convince Sean. And when I say "convince", I really mean "Riko and J. Lynch had to wrestle him into the MAGICALLY ACQUIRED VAN THAT POPPED OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE so he wouldn't get heat stroke in the middle of the fucking desert."

So after a few hours, we drove out of the desert pulled into a Wal Mart, where we meet up with Denise and Beba, who try to force me to go back home with them. So instead of getting the snacks we wanted, we all pile back into the van and drive the fuck away.

After falling asleep (in the dream, this is still dream land), Caity wakes me up to announce that we're in Canada.

Canada.

Canada.

HOW THE FUCK DO WE GO FROME BEING IN THE DESERT TO CANADA CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN.

So we get out of the van, walk around, find another Wal Mart that was huge and fancy as fuck, and go inside to stock up on shit. Our coworkers finally changed out of their suits, Riko and J. Lynch got new shirts that didn't smell like dead animals, and we finally got our snacks for the rest of the trip.

(Please note that I still have no idea where the fuck our final destination is going to be on this trip.)

After days of switching drivers, fighting over music, talking about our feelings, and having a few good laughs, Caity announces that we've reached our final destination.

Let's see how much you know me. Where's our final destination? What is almost ALWAYS the final destination of dream trips?

Motherfucking Disney World OF FUCKING COURSE.

So long story short, we did a GIANT FUCKING CIRCLE through the US and Canada to get to Disney World. Okay then.

At that point I just woke myself up 'cause that whole experience was just ridiculous from start to finish like seriously what the fuck. I mean don't get me wrong, we were all fucking pumped when we got to Disney World but...wow. Holy fuck.