I dreamed that I was going to meet Tyra Banks at her house.
Then I was climbing up some really shaky wooden stairs to an old run-down house and I went into a door at the top.
Tyra Banks and Beyonce were there.
They were bouncing on a trampoline, and wearing nothing but short, silky nightgowns.
They smiled and said they liked me a lot. (They said it like Jim Carey in Dumb and Dummer. A lott). Then they said they just wanted to have some fun with me.
They wanted to tickle me and made me lie down on a couch.
First Tyra tickled me with a big feather and, kept asking if I liked it. I was laughing tee he he so hard I couldn't speak. Every time I would try to answer her she would tickle me some more. I kept trying to answer her but no words would come out.
Then Tyra wanted me to take off my shoes so she could tickle my feet. I told her I had to walk home and I couldn't take them off because my socks were dirty and I didn't want her to see.
When I looked up she was gone. I don't know what happened to Beyonce, but there was a deep butt imprint in the couch.
I thought for sure it was from Beyonce.
I smelled the cushion and it smelled like cheetos, cigars and farts. Then I realized it was my butt imprint not Beyonce's. Gross.
I went outside to see if I could find them.
I had to slide down the rickety stairs on my butt, so I wouldn't fall.
I went bumping down the stairs on my Butt. Bump...Bump...Bump.
Then I was outside in a big yard and I chased a big fluffy bunny.
I couldn't catch it and it made me cry...when I woke up I was whimpering and calling bunny, bunny, bunny...
Next time Tyra wants to tickle me I'll wear clean socks.
Barney Doodle
Reprinted from Oddwally.com
