Last night

I had a dream about my ex-girlfriend. The dream started off by us being in a house in the woods. I won't lie she looked very attractive. The next thing I remember is that she pulled out a shotgun. A few others popped out of nowhere and had guns as well. I put my hands up. My jaw hit the ground. I remember staring at her chest. Don't ask me why. The next thing I know I woke up and was face first on the ground. The first thing I did was check all the drawers in the house. Bitch stole everything. My first instinct was to call the cops. After some thinking I pulled out a gun and thought that I should find her myself. I am Baliwala. I have a hard time telling the difference between my dreams and reality. I feel bad for my ex because I'm going to show up at her house with a machine gun and ask for my shit back. This should be fun. That is all.