Shit that pisses me off

Really Crazy Dream

I'm going to type this is story format to the best of my ability. I had this dream last night and its just all sorts of crazy...

"Hey Claudia, there's this photoshoot going on today. You wanna come?" I turn to my friend and frown.

"Uh... Sure?" She grabbed my arm and dragged me into this house that had so may different people in it. "Wait, doesn't this seem a bit weird to you?"

"No not really." Then this group of stereotypical biker looking guys come up to us and try flirting. I just try to get away but one of them grabs my arm before I can get away. I shake him off and turn to my friend who's disappeared. I ran upstairs and I couldn't find her, but the guys kept following me, so I ran out of the house and saw a Jeep sitting right in front of the front door. The window rolled down to reveal Misha Collins and Rob Benedict sitting in the front two seats.

"Hurry up! Get in!" I climbed into the back seat and Rob began driving off quickly. Everything then morphed into a different house and Misha was standing right next to me.

"Are you okay?" I nod.

"How did you find me?" He shrugged and frowned.

"What's that?" I followed his gaze and saw fireworks shooting up from the house I just came from. My eyes widened in realisation.

"Misha! Get to cover now! Those are bullets!" (I have no idea smh...) He runs downstairs and I just hide behind a very small wall and was able to avoid the onslaught of bullets. Once it was over, I stood up and turned around just to find that my surroundings changed again and now Jared Padaleki was looking me up and down with a worried look on his face.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" I looked down to my collarbone and saw that a bullet hadn't quite pierced my skin, but it stuck to me.

"Other than this, no. Where's Misha?"

"He's with Matt and the others." We walked off of a stage and were met with Misha, Rob, Richard Speight Jr, Matt Cohen, and a whole group of the biker guys who gave me the creeps. "Alright, let's make a deal." Richard walked up to me and gave me a hug.

"Are you hurt."

"No." One of the men scoffed.

"Are you two dating?" Rich turned to him with a, are you stupid look on his face.

"No, just very good friends." Then I woke up.