I was a member of the FBI or something like that. These teenagers were about to do graffiti on our projector (that was in the wrong room and there was two). They cut out like stencils or something and they were on the projector. They got out yellow paint to color a cloud. But then they stopped and said that they need their other friends to start. So I went upstairs to get my badge. I met my dad while I was up there and was trying to warm him about them. I was talking in sign language because my mouth was full for some reason. I said "scissors, write!" I didn't say paint or color for whatever reason. And my dad was like, really loudly, "Oh! I could get you some supplies for your crafts." Then my brother came and said something about me being in a history project with him, really loudly. Then he played a tape of my oldest sister saying, "Marin is 1% civic." I then told them(I was done chewing), "No! Shhh." Then I woke up or something.
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My Weird Dreams
RandomI have the weirdest dreams so y'all can sit back, relax and prepare to cringe.
