I had a silly dream that my cousin Wonteh died. Some of you might know him as Dinko. I would never call him that cause it sounds wacked when I say it. In my dream I was going over to UCLA for some reason, and I told him that I would meet him at the dorm. But when I got there these white guys that I hired to fix my car killed my cousin.
This is him.
So I grabbed a bat and started bashing these whites kids heads in. But my cousin's ghost came to me and said " Even though I am dead, it's ok, cause I am here!"
Than I woke up. I came to work forgetting all about the dream and all of the sudden the dream hit me. So I called him and he seemed fine. I asked "You are not dead, are you?" He seemed fine.
Geez what a dream. We talked about this that and the other. I like my cousin. Infact here is a mental note. I should keep in touch with all my cousins.