Every night I have a dream about the blue man. He died about 2,000 years ago. But every time I go to sleep I have a dream about that strange man. He can change his image. Last night he changed into a Lambo. We were going fast. Faster than any thing. And the blue man grants wishes. But according to the rule book he will be with you until you turn twenty-one years old. His name is Cosmo. He was dumb but fun. He was cool he turned my evil babysitter into a flounder. But around 6:30 am, my mom wakes me up for school and he will spin and disintegrate.
The 360 West Project 