So it started out where I was part of the Disney Hunchback of Notre Dame movie, and I was living in the same church as Quasimodo and Frollo was still there, doing his controlling, "evil" thing. And I lived in the basement, but I was from this time period (current) and I had gotten back there somehow. I was trying to help Quasi to escape with Clopin's and Phoebus's help. Quasi got out, but Frollo grabbed me at the last minute and threw me back into the basement (I guess he thought I was an evil witch or something because I was female and intelligent and knew about different stuff and the future). I had figured out a way to escape from where I was, but I built wooden dressers and stuff to fill my time and eventually used it to block my exit way out of the basement.
On the street I used some hat thing to cover my head and face. I met this blonde girl and we became friends. She was amazed at everything I knew. For some reason I took her back with me to the basement thing in the church and showed her other stuff I had (someone in the future was sending me stuff to the past so I could survive. I don't know why I didn't just go to the future to escape...). I had some fabric and my sewing machine and a bunch of regular clothes (like jeans and sweat shirts) and some crocheted stuff too. The other girl was amazed by everything, so I gave her a hoodie I don't wear too often and told her it would be good to wear when it gets cold. She thanked me and we hung out for a bit, and I picked out a hoodie to give to Clopin for some weird reason....
Then I woke up. And then went back to sleep cuz it was like 5:30 am.
When I went back to sleep I was back in the future. But it wasn't the future currently, it was like, 10-15 years from now, but that's the future that dream-me was supposed to be in so it was okay. I guess I had left for the future somehow, but now Frollo had the other girl trapped in the basement as a conspirator for witchcraft. Or something... So I needed to help her escape. She wanted to come to the future so I told her I would bring her here (how that wasn't about to fuck up the future I knew is beyond me).
So I went to this rich, buff, gay dude's house. I guess he was the guy behind the funding for time travel. I told him I needed more money and time because there was a girl in need of help because of me but he was being a jerk and told me to go away because it's obviously not so important that it affected the future. I argued with him and eventually convinced him to go with me to the location where the time machine was to show him how it was already affecting things. He drove me there, but we needed to go to an old, English manor that he apparently grew up in and had bad memories with. He didn't want to go inside, so I got out of the car and he drove away. Inside was someone who looked like Neil Patrick Harris and was my apparent friend, the same one who had helped me earlier by sending me stuff. He said the window in which to get the other girl was closing and we had to act fast. He got the machine going and tried to send himself (you could only send one person at a time) but the machine broke down and basically said that because things had changed too much in the past, we couldn't go back.
Then the buff gay dude barged back in the house, rip-shit pissed and on a murderous rampage. He said he never wanted to return to the house because it brought up bad memories of child abuse and that because I tricked him into coming back he was going to kill us and destroy the time machine. So my partner and I ran and tried to escape and the remainder of the dream was spent avoiding the raging, buff gay guy, so that he wouldn't beat us to a liquidy pulp with a tire iron.
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