I'm not going to tell you all the freaky weird details of the dream I had because then you'd forever doubt what little sanity I seemed to have. But I had to put it down so I wouldn't forget! xD In my defense I was skeptical, even when hearing the news.



I was in my art room sitting on one of the tables talking with my Dad. I couldn't quite see, but I got the feeling that the room was dim, as if it was the middle of the night and the school was closed. He was telling me about some people he knew a while back, and then he said that he knew Lenin. I'm like, seriously? What was he like?

Dad: Will Smith.


Me:...

...ar-are you sure..?

Dad: Oh yeah, personality wise they're very similar.


Me:..alright.



So there you have it. John Lenin, Will Smith: Same.


Yeah.