~Dreams~
to keep with the spirit of the dream, this entire story will be one long run on paragraph.
the last dream i had was really weird, it started out as like, a meet and greet party for moving into a new apartment complex, and everyone was getting to know each other out on the lawn, except there was a kitchen inside, like how they have a cut out set for filming sitcoms or how you build an outdoor room in sims, just three walls and a kitchen sitting out in the back of the lawn, and i was sitting on the kitchen counter eating and drinking my cherry coke, and people started gathering around me to talk. and we started to get to know each other, i was sitting up on like, a back raised part of the counter, and someone started making like one of those giant hero sandwhiches on the counter in front of the sink that my feet were dangling over, and i was like "ok, this guy is a weirdo, why is he making a sandwich under where my feet are hanging" so i kinda moved them to the side out of the way. and then a girl sat down next to me and started talking to me, and here i was trying not to get my feet in this guys sandwich because he couldnt be assed to move somewhere i wasnt already sitting, while also talking to this girl. and then she started snuggling me so i held her hand. and then i finally got fed up with sandwich guy and left to do something else and look for food. i dont remember what the food was, but i ate it. and then i tried to get back to my sodas which i left in the kitchen, but the crowd was too big and swept me all the way down the yard to the other side. and for some reason i ended up infront of an interview/autograph signing station with my least favorite hockey player Andrew MacDonald, but i couldnt just say that to his face that i didnt want his autograph, because thats rude, so i made small talk with him, and he was really nice, and so i did eventually get his autograph and told him that i thought he was great and if he just worked out some kinks in his game he could be better. but then i left freed of my obligation, and went to get my cherry coke, but everyone at the kitchen was drinking MY cherry coke that i brought for MY self, and it was all gone. ;-; then suddenly a general showed up and handed out machine guns, and organized us into squads like paintball or something, i got paired with my brother who appeared out of no where, and there was some furry alien lizard monster who was hunting us down, and it was suddenly night. so we hid behind a couch, in a random living room that appeared out of no where in the middle of the yard, to prepar and ambush. and instead of the lizard monster hunting us down, the general showed up out of no where and started shooting at our couch, so we returned fire, but none of our shots hit him and the ones that did didnt work, and thats when i woke up. it was the weirdest dream i can remember. the best part i remember most vividly was the ~lewd~ hand holding, and the random boot camp monster stalking us, and also people stealing my soda. that last one was the most traumatic.