Chili Puke

///DREAM

Definitely a first in a dream. I have never thrown up in my dream before and it's just as disgusting when I dream about it as it is when it happens in real life.

I started off with three of my friends, I can't remember any but I want to say one of them was Albert Kang. We were on top of a hill and a bunch of hostile people told us to go away. So, like a mix from Highlander and Braveheart we ran towards a bridge with swords held high, screaming. As I neared the bridge, I found out there was no bridge, only a river, a river of damn chili. I had to cross it and ended up eating tons of chili and when I got to the other side I just started to throw up, and throw up, and throw up, and throw up lots of chili. On a side note, I had chili today at Steak 'N Shake. It was good.
In a random scene of my dream I remember I was at a bank with a twenty dollar bill and I tore it in half in order to get a new one. I handed the teller the torn twenty and got a ten dollar bill with a dollar bill. He threw the twenty away in the trash can and walked away. I was just like, "what the fuck?

Never. Want. To. Dream. Of. Throwing. Up. Again.
It was worse than dying.

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