Last night I dreamt of a periwinkle sky above the huge pacific ocean. To my left there was big foot sprinting along the beach, and to my right a great white shark leapt out of the water. I’m taking everything in as I sip on my blue bubbl’r drink when Justin Bieber approaches me and says ‘Hola!’. As I was in complete shock, all I could say was ‘Bruh’. And immediately the sunshine turned into hail. Although, the only thing I am concerned about are my two big pieces of french toast on my plate, and my size 7 white converse on my feet. Justin says he brought his friend Abraham.  Abraham Lincoln, and as my grandma always asks, ‘why?’. Abraham says ‘Look out!’ as 20 billion voluptuous cherries come pouring from mars. Suddenly, I wake up confused as ever to the overwhelming scent of french toast wafting from my kitchen.