Rich, Famous and Shaq

I always wondered what it would be like to be rich and famous and I suppose I got a little taste of that last night in my dream, of course on my minds own terms. I was staying at a nice resort somewhere in the United States. I remember walking around completely drunk out of my mind chatting it up with Shaq, who was my best friend.

We roamed around for awhile wandering from bar to bar, to the pool, then back to the bar until I noticed Bad Boy Bill on the other side of the pool. I walked over there and said my hello's when he invited my other friend and I back to his room to party some more. Of course I accepted. When we got to his room I could immediately tell the people in there weren't messing around when it came to having a good time. I saw piles of drugs, most likely ecstasy, laying all over the place. Bad Boy Bill led us into the back room where we relaxed on the bed drinking straight out of bottles of Rum.

Next thing you know, a laser is coming through the door and someone is yelling at me to open up. I walked towards the door and asked who it was. It turned out to be another friend of ours who had been caught by the police with drugs. They had bribed him to try and get us to come out of the room so they could search the rest of us for any illegal substances. The cops finally busted in the door and grabbed my friend and Bad Boy Bill. I took off out the door and flew around the corner trying to find somewhere to hide... Why? I have no idea because I knew I didn't have anything illegal on me. I found Shaq and made him bring me back to the room we were staying in and keep watch for any police activity.

I remember it taking us forever to get there because people wandering outside their rooms wondering what was going on kept grabbing at Shaq and I trying to get autographs and pictures. Shaq ended up just picking me up and sprinting through a ton of people to get us to safety.

Aaaand well that was the end of the dream. Weird.