Last night, I had a dream where I put Dean Winchester in several Aikido armlocks, then leaving him in the checkout aisle in Safeway, went off to fight Deadpool, who was sitting a couple aisles over on a humongous bag of candy the size of a bean bag chair. I ended up trying to punch him with my left hand, because I could only find a glove that fit that hand, and failing miserably.
He asked me why I did something for the good guys (The Avengers), then for the bad guys (Unknown, probably HYDRA), and I just put my hand on my chest indicating 'because I'm me.' I think that my mouth was full of food, water or candy or something, which is why I couldn't speak, except I hadn't eaten anything so I really had no idea how that happened.
Mind that I dream in hyperrealism, often with everything tinted yellow, so I could see Dean grimacing in pain while I was doing the locks.
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The Sparkly Notebook
RandomSparkleh :D This is the sequel to Random Me, in which is continued my reports about life and strangeness.
