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I always wanted to do some kind of dream log, but it kept getting pushed back.

TL;DR: I dreamed that I killed a cop and tried to stuff his body in a bag. I woke up and was relieved like a good for nothing p***y. Faggots.

PLEAD DA FIFTH!

The dream takes place in my aunt's bedroom. For some reason, there's a cop writing a ticket for something; I don't exactly remember, but it was probably something to clutter his book before the quota was due. I asked him if the ticket was necessary, I asked if perhaps I could leave with a slap on the wrist? That s**t didn't work LOL! He continued to write it down in his book. Suddenly, I lunged at him and he was in a headlock. The cop kept telling me how I could be the main suspect of a homicide if I wasn't careful. Unfortunately, his last words fell into deaf ears because I did some weird neck snap. A cop lays dead on the bedroom floor.

I spent the first couple minutes trying to fathom how I snapped his neck in a headlock, especially the pressure that was being applied; it was as if his neck was as sensitive as a chicken bone. I quickly ran to the kitchen to get trash bags while my family was conversing in the living room. Keep in mind that they're completely oblivious of what just happened, its like as if the cop in the room was forgotten. I locked my aunt's door and the stuffing of the Jew cop commenced. I noticed that the cop was as light as a puppy even though he looked to have been normal height and weight.

My mom was able to open the door even though I locked that s**t. Instead of asking what's in the bag like any normal mofo would, she began to criticize how I was about to double-bag something. According to her, I was wasting bags over garbage; the reason I was double-bagging the corpse was because I didn't want the ******** bag to rip. Again, my whole family forgot about the cop ever existing. I decided to take the corpse into my room instead, and I chucked the bag onto my bed. I decided to take a quick piss before deciding where to leave the body.

While taking a piss, I was feeling extremely guilty about what happened. I finally began to realize that I never used gloves the whole time; the pigs could do that CSI s**t with my fingerprints. I thought the best solution to dumping the corpse would be the same way the ***** got rid of the girl's body in The Lovely Bones; in case you've never seen the movie, he hides the body in a safe and dumps it in a landfill. I walked out of the bathroom and I noticed how my family was suddenly black. I s**t you not. My "uncle," a comedian named Earthquake, was standing by my door. Back in my room, the corpse suddenly shrunk more like a fetus. I continued to stare at the bag, wondering wtf to do now.

I woke up in my bedroom, being thankful that it wasn't real. Like a p***y.