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HOLD THE FUCKING LINE SOLDEIR! I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR EXCUSES.
I dunno, all I know is I'm ill equipped and we're there to absorb killing for the archers at the rear.
time to fulfill these urges, gentlemen. let us procure some chloroform.
"I'm pregnant but I don't think you are ready to be a dad."
"Don't worry, look at all this money!"
I had one where I was running around a giant mansion either escaping something or looking for someone (or possibly both) it was basically like a giant maze and I was getting in greater danger, so I started hoping into suitcases and using them as warp points to get around the place. Of course where I ended up was completly random as they could only connect to other suitcases but I was all like "HA HA Fuckers! Try to stop me now!"
Now you're thinking with luggage!
excellent
Like, I was in Hell, which is actually an infinite featureless grassy plain on a beautiful summer day, and I was at the ceremony to elect myself the new Satan
I was wearing this big black robe, and I walk up to the front of thos crowd of people, and I start laughing like one would expect Satan to laugh
everyone in the crowd laughs along with me
then I grow three feet in height, bulk up to ridiculous proportions, grow massive curving horns, and turn red, just like, you know, Satan, bursting out of the robe
I turn to the crowd and boom SATAN REQUIRES NEW PANTS
Stupid head injury
The ones that appear the most so far are (in this order) velociraptors, lions, Godzilla, T-Rexes, and dogs/cheetahs. Other than that there are "guest appearances" in my dreams by twisters and silverback gorillas.
I am entirely serious about all of this
It begins with my family and me in some kind of weird photography studio, and everything is in shades of blue, purple, and green. They take the picture, and everything just kinda disappears. It's now just me in this weird place.
I go to get up and walk around. I notice that I can't. I look down. Both of my legs are broken. A pair of crutches materialize and I'm mobile. So I go to explore.
After about five minutes of exploring, I hear something behind me. I look back. There's the Easter Bunny. Covered in blood. With a fucking chainsaw. Chasing me.
So I'm crutching for my fucking life. I turn again. He's standing right over me, chainsaw in hand. Ready to strike.
End of dream.
I had that dream every night for like a month.
Me and my girlfriend were visiting it, and we found a dead end or something. So we turned around to go back, when this dude came by and took out a brick from the wall and started shoving with rubber boot into the hole that the brick used to occupy. Eventually like the whole wall opened up, similar to that harry potter wall. Then inside there was a bunch of people who were being trained to become Mickey Mouse mascots throughout the park. I got drafted into being a mickey mouse.
So I put on face paint, and wore a cat-in-the-hat hat, and tried to go around cheering up a bunch of people around the park. and you know what i just realized how fucking stupid this dream is.
Scarlet was in it actually. I tried to tell him he had a big part in it. But he got all pissy so yeah forget it.
The actual dream was much more dramatic and creepy but that is the overall idea.
turns out it was my mom