So like yeah, i had this dream about mohammed that was set at a festival called Glastonbury. It saw me talking to some bloke who was asking me for money because he needed to be my body guard. (I've just realised that this came from that movie Drillbit Taylor!) And this bloke was a muslim bloke and i go, "I'm gonna kick your ass!" for a legal matter of some kind. In the end i signed some paper so now this bloke has to follow me around. It only cost about fifteen squids.
Next thing, I'm looking for something to drink and i see a stall that looked as if it sold coke. But it turned out that it didn't in the end so i said to the stall bloke, "Oh, you don't have anything?" and he said, "No i don't," and then i continued looking and somebody says, "The ladies toilets are that way!" I got me all angry and said, "We're not bleeding ladies!" and some people laughed.
I remember the Jalalibad's stall. You had to be careful here because if you're not, they will grab you by the nuts and shout "Jalalibad, Jalalibad!!" many times very loudly in a high pitched voice. So i was careful. I ran away.
Next thing, i'm looking at a magazine stall, and i'm looking at one particular magazine with ladies on the front, but these ladies are now behind me saying, "Buy this magazine for your friend, Rob!" So i bought it for him and the next thing you know, i'm floating on my back with the ladies on top of me.
By this point, i've realised that i am Mohammed (peace be upon him or whatever) and i have converted to Islam and i scream, "I'm Mohammed, I'm mohammed!" I noticed that there was a fly upon my hand feeding from my blood. I tried to shake it off, and it nearly went, but it wouldn't go, so i hit it, and it died, and i was sorry, because i had just killed one of Allah's creatures, so i fell to my knees, begging for forgiveness. "Oh Allah, Allah, please forgive me!" with my eyes closed, and the more i pray, the more i get to see this beautiful kalidoscope image of lush greenery and more beauty. So i pray more, but then i hear a voice in my head, probably my body guard, saying, "They think you want something."
I got up in a fit of frustration. How it changed my life:The very next day i went to the book shop and bought a book about mohammed.
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