I'm Noah Cyrus, and I'm about to read some dreams that people have tweeted about me.

This is sweet dreams.

Dreams.

Noah Cyrus.

Rob my grandmother's houses and posted it on Instagram.

What?

Your poor granny.

I love her.

I would never rob your grandmother.

I'm really good with the grannies.

They love me.

I love them.

No hay with Granny's Not robbing and grannies.

I had a dream that knows there's did a backflip off stage and hit her head had passed out, and when she came to, she couldn't stand up and kept singing literally.

Last time I was on James Gordon, I ate going up the stairs and I literally thought I knocked out.

So I'd feel like you drunk the last time I was on Um, next guys.

Last night, I had a dream that Noah's tires during pit Bulls team of back up dancers not happening, by the way known as the most bad ones.

What does it all mean?

I don't know.

No hate towards people, but not my scene.

I had a dream last night that I had a sleepover when no desires and the house was haunted.

So all the doors kept opening.

Sounds about right.

My house is haunted is like I've got to go home and save that tonight.

They follow me everywhere.

But, like, I don't know, you should save that house came earlier when I had a little nap.

I had a dream and a little nuts.

I had a dream that Noah's IRS got eaten by a horse.

Sounds about right, honey, I don't even know how my hat goes, but yet that sounds like me.

Um, I'm the horse queen.

I've been I've had my thumb literally almost get taken off by horse, so that sounds just about right for me.