So I've had dreams the last few nights, but I was feeling really lazy and didn't feel like typing them up. Now that I have the motivation I can't remember them. >.<
Anyway, this was last night's dream.
My best friend, Colleen, and I were walking around in a sketchy area of the town/city we were in. We were looking for some large thing to pick up. I don't know why.
On our way back from picking up whatever it was we almost were confronted by some gang members so we busted into the apartment building that happened to be next to us. We ran up a few flights of stairs, climbed out the window onto one of those metal stair railing things on the sides of buildings. We used that to jump and climb in the next building over to throw off the gang members.
That's when I lost track of Colleen. She just sort of disappeared. I went through the door of the room I was in and walked into a group of people. There was two goth kids (a tall boy and a short, chubby girl), an older Indian (like, actual Indian, not Native American) guy and Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. There was also a woman in a suit. I tried to leave but the woman wouldn't let me, she said I had to be a part of the anger management group.
So I ended up living there. Johnny didn't say much, he just sort of sat in his chair and looked around like the paranoid guy he is. The other goth kids were friendlier, but not by much. The Indian guy was always angry and looked like he wanted to punch everyone in the face.
I opened up the fridge one day and there was a bunch of chicken noodle soup in containers that were stored upside down. I don't know how the soup wasn't spilling out of them, but it wasn't, except when you tried to turn the container right side up to eat the soup. Somehow I figured out how to do so without spilling much so I took one of the containers/bowls to the living room where Johnny was and started to eat it. That's when he told me he made it. I finished it, and it was really good, so when I walked by him back to the kitchen to wash out my dish I gave him a hug and kiss on top of the head. He blushed, sort of smiled, then got paranoid again and walked off to a different room. In the kitchen the two goth kids were trying to fix the sink because it was clogged.
For some reason the other woman wasn't there anymore so I decided I would grab Johnny and try to book it to leave. I couldn't find him sadly, so I just left. I ran down a few flights of stairs where I found my parents working for the Indian guy. They were painting miniature models of cities and forests and stuff. My dad wasn't too good at it, my mom was okay. I asked for a job since I love artsy stuff but he wouldn't give me a job.
Then I woke up.
I don't know why I dream the things I do. The fact that JtHM was in my dream made me happy, even though he is technically a homicidal maniac. I've read the comics tons of times so I just love the character
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