Dream Journal

This one is pretty weird

Log Date: 7th of March, 2021

Topic: Friday Night Funkin/FNF

Notes: this is one of the many, many, many dreams that doesn't appear to have a direct story. Meaning that it's very random. Not to mention it's only a small portion of the entire dream.

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This takes place in Philly. Not actual Philly, but a made up version of it, considering I've only been there a few times in my life for school trips. Anyways, I lived in that place for a long while. I don't know for how long or if it was by force, but it was all that I knew. For now.

So I was just wandering around. Nothing to really do, nothing to really say. Being at my grandmother's house can being a little tiring. Especially since the Gorillaz crew was there. Russell was too much of a hassle. Umm, wha-

Ending up at the entrance of a mall(somehow) still doesn't make up for it. Ironically, it was near a local Hot Topic or whatever. Good place to shop, it's where I get my Pocky stash.(I haven't actually had Pockys for a while 😥)

However, before I could even head inside, I felt a really hard grasp on both of my shoulders. It caused me to flinch. I really shouldn't, I mean, I'm a stronge person. But... something about this grip felt, familiar.

I didn't want to, but I ended up turning around. Rather slowly, in fact. It was probably just me, there was no way it was a familiar touch, there's no way or no reason for my head to be making stuff it, it would be so unnecessary, I-

My eyes, widened. Oh... my God. I-I, he-

I recognized that slick black. That, tall ass stance that always towered over me, those bored and annoyed eyes...

"Whitty..."

All I saw was a short nod from him.. I quickly wiped away a few tears that I didn't even realized that had fallen, before quickly hugging one of his arms. Whitty was... a childhood best friend. Along with Carol, too. The three of us did everything together, and we never had any drama between us. That was, until we separated. Due to moving between states and such. We wasn't able to get in contact ever again.

In fact, I wondered about Carol. I miss that lovely girl. So, I asked him. But, I didn't get a response. He, was completely silence. It was strange, to say the least. But I didn't judge him.

I don't know why I didn't notice it before, but I noticed that there was a gang near Whitty, wearing colors similar to his. I just silently waved to them. Don't want to cause any troubles.

The tall man looked down at me, an eyebrow arched(? He ain't got no brows) before taking my arm and sprinting into the mall, the gang following after him! What?! Like, I knew the gang was with him, so they're fine, but why are we-!

Then I remembered. He's on the run. I needed to get away. Away from, something, I don't know, and leave the sight of other people.

"Crazy, considering that we aRE RUNNING IN A CROWDED MALL THROUGH MULTIPLE STORES AND SHIT WHERE EVERYONE CAN SEE US! LIKE COME ON, THERE'S LESS PEOPLE OUTSIIIIIiiiide."

I immediately shut up after seeing the intense look that he gave me. Yep. That's the Whitty I know and love to annoy. Whoo boi.

I continued running with him and the gang, constantly crashing into other people and breaking shit. We stopped for milkshakes for a quick moment, and then we kept on running. Life in Philly, man.

After like 30 minutes of running throughout the mall and the city, we finally got to a specific house with an open garage door. But it was closing. Kinda like in Indiana Jones. One by one, they rolled or slide their way inside before it closed all the way. They did it so perfectly, like it was rehearsed. Then it was my turn. I ducked and rolled over to the opening...

...

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B A N G

"Ow, fuck!"

I banged my stupid head on the metal garage door! Dammit it, I didn't make it inside. I pouted as I slowly tried to pull it up and open, it acting like a heavy sheet of paper by the way it
c r i n k l e s.

I made it inside at last, with a few scratches though. The thing almost slammed on my head. Damn.

The place looked unfamiliarily familiar. Like I've never been here before, but somehow it feels like I have.

So everyone was chilling. Lounging on torn up couches and cracking jokes and stuff. It was, nice, actually. Looking over, Whitty beckoned me into another with a few other people. Getting up, I followed after him, feeling one of his heavy hands on my head. Ouch.

I woke up very confused that afternoon. Doesn't help that it got cut off.