Iced Hills and Ghetto apartments

I woke up vaguely remembering my dreams, but here goes. I was hanging out with my brother and sister and it was Christmas or something like that and we were waiting for our mom and dad to come home from some trip. I was sitting in the living room of this weird ass apartment (it was small and modern and really futuristic) and were watching a really gay movie. It was the cheap kind that isn't even a B quality that you can probably buy for like 6 bucks....It was cheap. I kept making fun of him about his shitty taste in EVERYTHING. He was wrapping presents and the movie we were watching was one of the gifts. I was wearing a really ugly sweater, which was also one of the gifts. I opened up one present that said it was for all of us and we heard a car in the driveway, we looked outside the little futuristic window and saw a huge monster truck thingie pull up. It was Mom and Dad...weird. So we panic cause I am wearing the sweater, we are watching the movie, the other gifts are hanging out unwrapped, and I just tried to open one for the whole family. We scramble to get everything straightened out and I don't know if we made it or not, I just remember my Mom being pissed off cause someone was in our driveway outside.

Then I was driving around a weird ass city with my sister, Jenna. It was a weird city, like out of the last couple shitty Batman movies. The city was huge, but small at the same time since the streets were all narrow and the buildings loomed over us. There was NO parking anywhere, which really sucked. I eventually started driving cars inside buildings and we got an awesome spot in a building that housed casinos and 5 ritzy hotels and we could see Ella's out the window...=( I can't escape my shitty jobs.

And then I was on a college campus, all the students were running around in a frenzy. I ran down one of our hills and it was a giant cake. It had huge piles of white frosting with sprinkles and people were eating chunks out of the hill and stuff. And they didn't find the cake until I started running down it. I was a cake-eating-hill trend setter. My buddy Jimmy was there and he was all excited about the cake. I was too, but it was old, man. I remember the cake being there LAST year. Doesn't that shit go bad? So I tried to just eat the frosting. And then we got up and kept running around like idiots.

The end. I have to get ready for the wonderful world of On Tap.