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I was having dinner with Jude Law and some friends. We had some real good desserts. Politics, jokes, society, and all that was discussed throughout our gathering. Just then, Jude and I walked around my 2000 meter squared ft. villa. He was offering me a big price to buy my spanish/arabian style villa. "Does $20,000,000 suit you?" I didn't really agree on that price, I was hoping for more. Suddenly we heard sirens and FBI agents bursting through my titanium gate. They were planning on arresting me and Jude. We had to run away. Being all over the newspapers for drug dealing wasn't what I wanted. Jude and I ran away on his BMW motorcycle. We found a place where no one would find us. We went down stairs that led to a creepy basement. But when We turned on the lights, it was a beautiful house. It was a really nice place to lay low for a while and then run off to Cuba. A few hours later we heard noises, we both hid in a tiny closet and they never found us. Just a second after that I heard my mom's voice calling me to wake up.

*if you didn't get it, it was just a dream. I wouldn't be caught dead with Jude Law!