I've been watching a lot of My Hero Acidemia recently and let's face it Aizawa is hot. But that's not what this dream was about this dream is about attempted murder on me. In the dream there are no Quirks Aizawa is some kind of officer.
I was sitting on a couch in the home that I share with the fictional man. We're not together I think he may have just been a father figure or sugar daddy of some kind I can't remember. I call him dad at some point may have been Daddy I've been awake for awhile now.
He was out of the house but people kept showing up. They would knock on the door and I was slowly getting agitated. They all wanted Aizawa but he was out. He wasn't there it was just me sitting on the couch the only person in the house.
Finally I have enough. I get up stomping over to the front door and rip the door open. It's a cop. They ask a few questions along the line of where Aizawa is but I don't know.
More people come they all want the same thing. "Where is Aizawa? Is he home? Do you know where he is?" It feels like hours of this till I just sit in the room closer to the front door.
Eventually there he is, him and a German shepherd with short fur. He's wearing a very tight shirt. The dog at his side growls, he looks down at it, handing me his bag. He gives the dog a command, the beast creeps into the house. The dark hair man makes he follow, I don't want to but he shoves me along infront of him like some kid of shield.
The dog goes to the living room, the couch where I was sitting earlier is in the middle of the room. The animal moves up the stairs and stops before the second floor landing. I press back into Aizawa but he won't let back down the stairs I have to stay between him and the dog.
The dog's head slowly turns to look at the chandelier that sits just above the couch. Someone wearing full black and holding a knife is there, on the chandelier. I know they were there for me.
I was half awake and it felt like someone was standing over me. I didn't want to open my eyes and I couldn't really feel my arms and legs. This is similar to the nightmare I had a few days ago. Slowly the feeling comes to me and I roll over to fine no one. Just my room completely empty. I could have sworn someone had to have been stood over me.
It was noon so I went back to sleep.
