Just woke up. I wirte this is staggered haze.
I was on a deserted place. We were driving around in a 4×4’s. Me, Richard Hammond, 2 friends from HS, my brother, and my cousin.
I drove a Vespa around the Indy 500 race track, but blew it because it started skipping gears, so I lost the race.
Then we ended up in a bar, on teh isle of Man. My brother and one of the HS friends returned from shopping, with lost of polyester jogging suits.
Richard Hammond was theer, and got intoa fight with one of my HS friends, who punched Richard so hard that Mr. Hammond’s skull folded up like an accordian.
“Dude, he’s musical insturment now. You killed Top Gearm, you bastard. You realize I have to kill you now?”
“Rats” The friend walks up to me. “Is it gonna hurt?”
“Dude, of course it ain’t gonna hurt. You’re a figment of my imagination. Do figments of imagination feel pain?”
“Only if you want me to.”
“Well, okay, just for a split second then.”
Then I drove his nose through his brain with the top of my head.
He said “ouch” and dropped comically dead. The curtain went up and the crowd began to applaud.
My eyes opened and I was like “Huh? I wonder… does a person in your dreams feel pain if they get hurt? erm. We’ll see.