sjsprWriting

So last night I had a very odd dream. It was about my gay uncle. In this peculiar dream, my uncle, along with some of his gay friends, were terrorists planning to crash a plane into the Sears Tower in order to teach the government a lesson. My uncle's actions scared me so much that I was ready to call the NSA in order to stop him. However, my dad warned me not to because I'd be snitching, which was unnacaptable. I was left with a huge dilema; to be a snitch and tell on my uncle in order to save lives, or to not be a snitch and let these innocent people die. In the end, I made the extremely difficult and honorless decision of calling the NSA and snitching on my gay, terrorist uncle. Then the dream got stranger when the transformers got involved in the conflict and started to fight against each other.