I'm going to now record what I dreamt last night. It's... something.

So we start off in this house. I don't whose house it is but then we walk out into the street. There's no lights. It's dark. "We" is four or five other people and me. I believe one of them was this guy on my school bus, we'll call him M. The other people I don't remember very well (it's a dream! I'm lucky I even remember most¹ of it now). 

Anyway, at the end of the street is... the Joker? Not Junhyung, the one from Batman (na na na na na na Batman!) And holy ! He's holding a knife. Then, the Joker says something threatening and charges at us...with the knife.

Several chase scenes and running around houses later, I find two people dead and I'm on the ground with a stab in the gut. Being a smart little cookie, I fake dead. Of course, then comes the ever present flashback of this book I read². The Joker, being crazy I suppose, assumes I'm a goner and goes to murder the rest of this Brady Bunch.

I get up some time after and limp over to this hill or meadow or field or whatever, there's trees and grass and stuff. Gathered here are the rest of us and somehow I, dangerously wounded, beat the Joker to the location. The madman comes running in soon after with someone on his trail. It's bulbasaur. Well, not entirely. It's someone, might be M, that shooting massively powerful  green balls³ from his mouth and attacking the Joker.

I'm going to say he or it is bulbasaur because while the group is on the hill, we are cheering and shouting, "Yeah! Go bulbasaur!"

It's still dark; bulbasaur and the Joker are frolicking in the trees. I really can't see anything except sporadic flashes of green and blurs of grey. 

Eventually, I get tired of this stalemate and walk away⁴. I find myself back on the street with all the houses and there's also a hallway. Like, it's just right there. I walk to it and go through the doors.

Here, I'm greeted by my lovely friend, S, who is this chinky little Korean⁵. She says something to me very quickly and rushes me back into the other side of the hallway. However, now there are no more houses but instead there's a nicely lit factory. As we turn the corner, I see M along with some of my other friends walking triumphantly. 

Weird thing is, they're all speaking Japanese. Actually, they're not speaking it. I can't understand what they're saying but there's Japanese subtitles. I look around confusedly and then S translates it all to me. I forget what the translations were.

I go hold the up! because I missed the final epic showdown between bulbasaur and the Joker. I suppose they tell it to me because I calm down and then explore the factory. It's a factory/marketplace I guess. I do remember it being amazingly air conditioned. Later, I find myself looking at something on a shelf somewhere and then I turn and see M.

We have a conversation where I'm pretty sure one of us confesses to the other⁶. I end up awkwardly scuttling away and going through the same hallway as before to escape. 

S joins me from thin air and we walk out together. The hallway literally transitions from the hallway material/appearance to cobblestone and a plaza kind of. Whole we walk, S is telling about how she hates the people here because they only associate with skinny, beautiful people.

This is apparent because when we first walk out, a ball bounces it's way over to my feet. The girl who's retrieving it almost says, "Hey, can you pass that over?" but then she looks at me, scowls, and snatches the ball away. 

S then goes, "See?"

I huff and ask myself, "Whatever! Where's Beast?"⁷

Then we stalk off and I see Beast leaning against a statue thing. Just for the attention of the previously snarky girl, I yell out, “Yoseob! There you are,” really loudly.

S goes off to the other side to talk to some other member and I go towards Yoseob. But wait. That’s not Yoseob. As soon as he welcomes me into his arms, he changes to this boy in my classes, let’s call him X. Which I guess sort of works because X is really skinny and has blond hair⁸. Anyway, I have my arms around his neck and he’s whispering really cute things into my right ear and we’re kissing.

BUT THEN HERE’S THE ACTUAL PART THAT IS WEIRD/INTERESTING/AWESOME.

X asks me to give him a ⁹. I freak out but I ask for clarification, i.e “Did I hear you right?”, “Do you mean like just…”, “So like palming you?”

He also suggests that we go steal a car to actually….. you know. This preposition is turned down immediately because stealing cars is wrong and even my dream self is a good girl. He calms me down by giving me more chaste kisses and then… I palm him¹⁰.

Won’t go into immediate details, but then I wake up! Yaaay……

And that is what I dream about.

¹ I'm probably forgetting parts of the dream. 

Did you know?

Within 5 minutes of waking, half of your dream if forgotten. Within 10, 90% is gone.

² Code Talker: there's a bit when they're... somewhere in Asia(?) and pass by a dead enemy soldier. He's propped up against a tree and most likely dead but they shoot him three times anyway. Just to be sure.

³ How I wish I still remembered the names of Pokemon moves.

⁴ Because, I guess, I'm not hurt anymore.

⁵ Not trying to offend; it's the best description I can come up with for her without going into her life story.

⁶ Probably him to me, because it is my dream and I want to be confessed to dammit! 

⁷ Because apparently, I'm in a fanfiction!

⁸ The blond is similar to Yoseob’s at debut.

⁹ Please do mind we are in a public place, albeit, not a real public place since this is a dream. I still have morals!

¹⁰ Not sure if this is my subconscious telling me I have some serious s or what. But if is anything, then HOLY JEEBUS THIS DREAM WAS GODLY. Dem moans, gurl. 

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