Last night, Kenny was arguing with me in his sleep. Real Me wasn't in this argument, just his Dream Me. I know for sure it was me he was arguing with because of the tone of his voice and the things that I am so used to him saying, such as, "What do you mean, pssch?" and "Whatever!" He only takes on the attitude of a thirteen-year old girl when he's bickering with me.
What's funny is that even in his dream, I still won the argument. Did you just hear that slapping noise? That was the sound of Real Me and Dream Me high-fiving each other.
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