I am obsessed with PlayDoh

and have since i was 2 i have tons of jars in my room anyway... before i went to bed i watched a Freddie Cooger MOVIE with my dad even though i wasn't supposed to watch it i hid behind the couch anyways (i was like..6?5?)
i get distracted sometimes
i dreamed that i had the most perfect ball of Hot Pink PlayDoh and it had no uneven sides or any cracks

it looked heavenly but anyway it then got crushed in every way possible

i woke and i was all sweaty and i think i had some tears my mom came in and asked me what happened i sobbed in her arms saying i had a nightmare she let me stay in her bed for the night since i refused she leave me

In the morning my Big Bro asked me what my nightmare was

uh oh! and i was thinking 'i don't want to look like a baby' so i said "I watched the Freddy Cooger Movie and reamed you guys got killed" he said "oh" and called me chicken

Big Bros
