Dreams Feel Real

In a Game

A/N Some of my future chapters should probably be 18 plus, but I'm not 18 yet.

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(My P.O.V.)

I was in my house while someone was plotting revenge on Shrek. It didn't turn out well though, since Shrek dominated. He was the best ballerina I had ever seen. But he wasn't wearing pants. He had nothing there, just green.

I turned away and started playing a video game. Definitely rated x. I went to delete a scene that I had played, because I wanted to watch it again, but I ended up getting sucked into a mini game where I got to create a character. Kind of like the race car mini game from Wreck-It Ralph.

I walked through a large storage container looking at base characters to work off of. I was also having them talk freely so I could get I feel of their attitudes. Most everyone was super nice or a suck up, except one person. When I said his name he got very angry at me and yelled at me to call him his nickname. But I didn't, so he kept yelling.

I didn't remember is name, but I remember that he looked like Diego Hargreeves. (This was before I had watched the umbrella academy). I walked up and got right in his face and told him I'd call him what I want. I think he didn't think I'd pick him, but I did.

Everyone else left and he stayed, I decided I wouldn't change how he looked. We fought a lot and when he decided to leave, I begged him to stay. He walked back and the door closed. He slammed me against the wall, his face barely 2 inches away, and demanded respect from me. My heart started racing. I gulped and nodded. We exited and started fighting racist zombies (don't ask). We survived the apocalypse together.

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I don't know why I very much enjoyed this dream. (Written 4/16/18, it is 9/15/19).