Tidbit Tales

Ghost and Stick

I pad softly into the kitchen, ignooring my roomate's morning greeting in favour of blearily making some cereal, only aknowledging their exsistence after collapsing into the chair across from them

"You know I just had the weirdest dream"

I begin, not bothering to check if they are actually listening

"first there was this abandodned mine that was haunted as fuck, don't remember much about that part other than running out screaming, next thing I know I'm walking with this group of people and I have a cat for some reason, 

anyway I ask where we're going and they say, ' into this old abandoned mine we found' and i realise they wanna go into the haunted mine and say 'fuck that shit' and run back to town, which looks like a town from lord of the rings for some reason,

 and then this ghost chick starts chasing me while saying 'I don't want people to know who I was, I want them to know who I am' which now that I think about is really no reason to chase me around, but she did, so I pulled off a bunch of sick moves jumping off walls and swinging round poles to avoid her while runnning back and forth in this medieval inn until she finally corners me,

but before she can kill me or whatever she was gonna do, three old ghost ladies come in and tell her she can't kill me unless she gives me a stick and I like the stick (which I think was mentioned earlier with the cat) 

at this point I had just ripped a stick like chunk of wood out of one of the wooden supports to fend her off with, so she turns to me with this awkward look on her face and asks " so do you like that stick?" Which really pisses me off, so I start destroying the stick by slamming it into the ground to punctuate my words as I yell "I, DONT, LIKE, FUCKING, STICKS" but I for some reason feel like this might be going too far so I say "we I mean it's not like I hate ALL sticks" and then I woke up"

my roomate glances up from their breaakfast

"thats cool"