Dreamweaver

HIM: Owww… why are you hitting me?

ME: Because of what you just did in my dream.

HIM: It was a dream… and it was YOUR dream. Go back to sleep.

Hour Later…

ME: Owww… why are you hitting me.

HIM: Because I dreamt I was a black woman smoking clove cigarettes and drinking a beer. What do you think it means?

ME: Was it malt liquor?

HIM: No.

ME: Then the dream was flawed don’t worried about it.

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