Hey there, diary. So, last night I had some seriously strange dreams. Like, weirder than the time White Shadow convinced me he could fly if he strapped enough balloons to himself. And let me tell you, that did not end well.
I don't know what was going on in my head while I was sleeping, but it felt like a roller coaster ride through an amusement park run by crazy clowns. Whiplash was there too - surprise surprise - and we were racing against each other in these turbo-charged shells that could defy gravity.
But here's the kicker: every time we took a sharp turn or hit a bump in the track, instead of feeling fear or excitement like any normal racer would feel...I found myself laughing maniacally! It was as if crashing and burning was the ultimate goal for me in those dreams.
And then there were these moments where I swear I could see inside everyone else's minds around me. Thoughts flashing like neon signs above their heads. Some of them were thinking about food (typical), others about winning races (boring), and one person even seemed to be planning world domination (not cool).
It all felt so real though...like I wasn't just dreaming but actually living out some twisted reality show episode where nothing made sense but everything felt right at home.
Maybe it's just my overactive imagination getting the better of me again. Or maybe it's something more sinister lurking beneath the surface of my subconscious mind...
Who knows? All I can say is that next time I dream about racing with Whiplash and his crew, maybe I should buckle up tighter and prepare for an even wilder ride ahead.
Until next time, Skidmark