Weird Dream
Okay, so there's this guy I like and last night I had a dream about him. But don't get ahead of me because it's not THAT kind of dream.
Anyways, I guess I was some kind of superhero-by-night kind of person, and I had my secret identity to keep me safe and warm, of course. So one night all these monsters and stuff attack my house and I have to figure out different ways of killing them. They would kind of stay in one area of the house until I confronted them. Pretty handy, eh? Anyways, I completely destroyed my house, and the boy I like was coming into town to visit and was going to stay at my house. (Even though he's not from out of town in real life)
So I had no choice but to go stay at the town brothel. Yes. I know. And he was kind of avoiding me because, well, BROTHEL. Until one day he finally came to visit me, and I had to ask my roomate/hooker friend to leave the room so we could have some privacy. So we were hanging out and we got to kissing (woohoo!) until he pulled out a recording device and started interviewing me because he had figured out I was the superhero!!! I was so angry and I kicked him out! I really thought he liked me!
Anyways, I went home to mom & dad's (because when my house gets destroyed I immediately think BROTHEL instead of PARENTS) to lay low for a bit and the newspaper arrived that morning so I look at the front page, and the bastard had written an article all about me and my superhero identity! It was his big break into journalism I guess, so he used me as the subject. I was so angry! Then all the neighbourhood kids started running up to me and asking me questions and stuff. It was insane.
So then he started avoiding me again, and of course I didn't want to talk to him. But it was really funny because after a couple days I had forgotten what he did and I was calling him and he wouldn't answer and I was like, "what the hell?" until my family reminded me what he had done. That's all I remember for now, so if I remember any more I'll have to add it.
Anyways, I guess I was some kind of superhero-by-night kind of person, and I had my secret identity to keep me safe and warm, of course. So one night all these monsters and stuff attack my house and I have to figure out different ways of killing them. They would kind of stay in one area of the house until I confronted them. Pretty handy, eh? Anyways, I completely destroyed my house, and the boy I like was coming into town to visit and was going to stay at my house. (Even though he's not from out of town in real life)
So I had no choice but to go stay at the town brothel. Yes. I know. And he was kind of avoiding me because, well, BROTHEL. Until one day he finally came to visit me, and I had to ask my roomate/hooker friend to leave the room so we could have some privacy. So we were hanging out and we got to kissing (woohoo!) until he pulled out a recording device and started interviewing me because he had figured out I was the superhero!!! I was so angry and I kicked him out! I really thought he liked me!
Anyways, I went home to mom & dad's (because when my house gets destroyed I immediately think BROTHEL instead of PARENTS) to lay low for a bit and the newspaper arrived that morning so I look at the front page, and the bastard had written an article all about me and my superhero identity! It was his big break into journalism I guess, so he used me as the subject. I was so angry! Then all the neighbourhood kids started running up to me and asking me questions and stuff. It was insane.
So then he started avoiding me again, and of course I didn't want to talk to him. But it was really funny because after a couple days I had forgotten what he did and I was calling him and he wouldn't answer and I was like, "what the hell?" until my family reminded me what he had done. That's all I remember for now, so if I remember any more I'll have to add it.