Last night I had the weirdest dream ever. Okay, here goes: My dream started with my friend, along with Nicholas, Nicole, my Dad and I in a wheelchair store and all of us had to pick out wheelchairs for ourselves. My friend and I picked out our wheelchairs way before the others, and when we went outside we saw some old ladies and they taught us some cool tricks on our wheelchairs like a 360 spin off the rail of some stairs. Then my dad honked a horn in his eighteen wheeler (I don't know where he got THAT!) telling us to get in with the others. So my friend and I left our wheelchairs, got in, and my dad jumped on the highway. (He didn't really jump but in a dream anything can happen!). Going down the road, we saw a plane that was really low flying with smoke all around him. His missiles got shook off the plane and exploded in the forest and started a forest fire. (The fire didn't get us) Then the plane flew higher and then went back down and landed down in front of us. We tried to talk to the pilot but unluckily two reporters were right behind us and hogged all the talk. Then, suddenly we were in a river with these weird guys heading toward Canada. Then my dream ended. I don't think a dream could get any weirder. Okay, I'm done. Cya!
From,
Nathan
From,
Nathan