*yawn* Good morning, Escapists. It's me again. I had another strange, slightly psychedelic dream.
Alright, compared to the last one, it's less of an out of body experience, and more of a really effing weird dream, that played out to the end without any dream abnormalities[footnote]Going to move and being unable to move, or moving like a tortoise; the dream equivalent of the Gnomish Cock-punch Trap; etc...[/footnote].
Alright. It's me, a small[footnote]Yet not young. Seemed to be about 17.[/footnote] girl, and someone that very much resembled my friend. Here's the catch: we're all furries. The stranger part? I don't even like furries. But I'm also not bothered by them, so it wasn't put that way to add to the creepiness of the atmosphere. I'm a cat, naturally, with green fur. And when I say "green", I don't mean grass green, I mean that cat fur color, that's like really dark brown, dark green, and some black. I think they're called green cats. I always called them camo kitties, for obvious reasons. Other male was a fox[footnote]Which made me make the connection of them = my friend, since they like foxes.[/footnote], standard orange. Female was also a cat. Black fur, white underbelly. We aren't wearing terribly a lot of clothes. He's wearing khaki-colored cargo pants, I'm wearing black[footnote]With white waistband, drawstring, and lines down the sides of the legs.[/footnote] warm-up pants, and she's wearing urban camo jean shorts. I know what you're thinking. "She wasn't wearing a shirt!" You cry. Well, she didn't need to. Unlike internet standard issue melons, she was actually AA-A Cup size, they were so small. How do I know? Well, not because of anything perverted[footnote]Well, until the end. When I quantum leaped into being her for some reason, I checked. They were definitely A Cups. Call me a pervert, I say it was me being curious. There's a reason my personality is decidedly feline. I'm ridiculously curious, sleep a lot, and get distracted by anything that moves.[/footnote]. I didn't see any breasts, for one thing, and she had some puffy chest fluff covering anything that we might have seen. Plus, whenever I backed up into her, I didn't feel anything poke me, it was just flat.
Onwards to plot! Note, that not all of this happened in the dream, or even in the way that I said it did, I'm just filling in plot holes, for coherence: We were in some abandoned street, in the rain. It was daytime. We saw some old mansion, and decided to check it out, get out of the rain. When we entered, the rain stopped. We decided to get out of this old, creepy place now that we had no reason to be there. Door was jammed shut. And when we looked out the window, it was night. "How typical.", said Naochi. Veronika whimpered. "Shit...", I muttered in Russian. After that, it was an ordeal. Place reminded me of Luigi's Mansion. Half-Life inspired creatures, wailing banshees, and puzzles awaited us. I don't remember specifics, but it was strange; I can tell you that much. Ah, I should probably tell you: There were little to no lights, but we could always see. We could see the room as if it was in the light, but could still see everything clouded by darkness. I chalk that up to animal's, and by extension furries', ability to see in the dark. I remember the end, though. I quantum leaped into "playing as", or being, Veronika (The feline female. That's her name.). After hiding beside a bed to avoid a Banshee[footnote]They acted like projectiles. Fly out of the wall, slightly angle towards anyone near the path, and disappear when they hit the wall, or an object. All the while emitting horrible noises, and piercing screams...[/footnote], we ran down a hallway, and saw a door with "609" in gold letters on it, opened it, and there it was: the outside. Walked down a bunch of stairs, and got out to the street again. Saw a couple of policemen[footnote]They were human. Looked like the cops I saw on Alaskan State Troopers, or whatever it's called, before I went to bed.[/footnote], a nondescript police car, and a sports car. Looked like a Dodge Viper. Cops asked us some questions. We had been in there for two days. But, in traditional cliché style, it was a product of time acting weird while we were inside: we were only in there for three hours, which is how long I was asleep after going back to bed (Which is also why I had a dream I remember in the first place.). We all got in the sports car, and drove off.
That's when I woke up, to go document this strangeness.
Another weird part? At one point Naochi (Picking one of my friend's creative names at random for use, here.) said something in German (Which helped in making the connection of them being the embodiment of my best and only friend.). I looked up what he said the translation was, in German, and here's where it gets creepy: The whole sentence, including pronunciation, was correct. I don't know any German! Hell, I don't even know any Germans! (And you don't count, dude.)
So, Escapists, what do you think about this? Weird? Normal? Ever have a dream like it? Discuss.
Alright, compared to the last one, it's less of an out of body experience, and more of a really effing weird dream, that played out to the end without any dream abnormalities[footnote]Going to move and being unable to move, or moving like a tortoise; the dream equivalent of the Gnomish Cock-punch Trap; etc...[/footnote].
Alright. It's me, a small[footnote]Yet not young. Seemed to be about 17.[/footnote] girl, and someone that very much resembled my friend. Here's the catch: we're all furries. The stranger part? I don't even like furries. But I'm also not bothered by them, so it wasn't put that way to add to the creepiness of the atmosphere. I'm a cat, naturally, with green fur. And when I say "green", I don't mean grass green, I mean that cat fur color, that's like really dark brown, dark green, and some black. I think they're called green cats. I always called them camo kitties, for obvious reasons. Other male was a fox[footnote]Which made me make the connection of them = my friend, since they like foxes.[/footnote], standard orange. Female was also a cat. Black fur, white underbelly. We aren't wearing terribly a lot of clothes. He's wearing khaki-colored cargo pants, I'm wearing black[footnote]With white waistband, drawstring, and lines down the sides of the legs.[/footnote] warm-up pants, and she's wearing urban camo jean shorts. I know what you're thinking. "She wasn't wearing a shirt!" You cry. Well, she didn't need to. Unlike internet standard issue melons, she was actually AA-A Cup size, they were so small. How do I know? Well, not because of anything perverted[footnote]Well, until the end. When I quantum leaped into being her for some reason, I checked. They were definitely A Cups. Call me a pervert, I say it was me being curious. There's a reason my personality is decidedly feline. I'm ridiculously curious, sleep a lot, and get distracted by anything that moves.[/footnote]. I didn't see any breasts, for one thing, and she had some puffy chest fluff covering anything that we might have seen. Plus, whenever I backed up into her, I didn't feel anything poke me, it was just flat.
Onwards to plot! Note, that not all of this happened in the dream, or even in the way that I said it did, I'm just filling in plot holes, for coherence: We were in some abandoned street, in the rain. It was daytime. We saw some old mansion, and decided to check it out, get out of the rain. When we entered, the rain stopped. We decided to get out of this old, creepy place now that we had no reason to be there. Door was jammed shut. And when we looked out the window, it was night. "How typical.", said Naochi. Veronika whimpered. "Shit...", I muttered in Russian. After that, it was an ordeal. Place reminded me of Luigi's Mansion. Half-Life inspired creatures, wailing banshees, and puzzles awaited us. I don't remember specifics, but it was strange; I can tell you that much. Ah, I should probably tell you: There were little to no lights, but we could always see. We could see the room as if it was in the light, but could still see everything clouded by darkness. I chalk that up to animal's, and by extension furries', ability to see in the dark. I remember the end, though. I quantum leaped into "playing as", or being, Veronika (The feline female. That's her name.). After hiding beside a bed to avoid a Banshee[footnote]They acted like projectiles. Fly out of the wall, slightly angle towards anyone near the path, and disappear when they hit the wall, or an object. All the while emitting horrible noises, and piercing screams...[/footnote], we ran down a hallway, and saw a door with "609" in gold letters on it, opened it, and there it was: the outside. Walked down a bunch of stairs, and got out to the street again. Saw a couple of policemen[footnote]They were human. Looked like the cops I saw on Alaskan State Troopers, or whatever it's called, before I went to bed.[/footnote], a nondescript police car, and a sports car. Looked like a Dodge Viper. Cops asked us some questions. We had been in there for two days. But, in traditional cliché style, it was a product of time acting weird while we were inside: we were only in there for three hours, which is how long I was asleep after going back to bed (Which is also why I had a dream I remember in the first place.). We all got in the sports car, and drove off.
That's when I woke up, to go document this strangeness.
Another weird part? At one point Naochi (Picking one of my friend's creative names at random for use, here.) said something in German (Which helped in making the connection of them being the embodiment of my best and only friend.). I looked up what he said the translation was, in German, and here's where it gets creepy: The whole sentence, including pronunciation, was correct. I don't know any German! Hell, I don't even know any Germans! (And you don't count, dude.)
So, Escapists, what do you think about this? Weird? Normal? Ever have a dream like it? Discuss.
