WEIRD AHH DREAM 😭🙏

OMG U GUYS.

I had the WEIRDEST dream last night and I am still trying to recover from it. Like, I know dreams are supposed to be random, but my subconscious apparently decided to throw every fandom, musical, and video game I've ever heard of into a blender and hit PURÉE.

So first, me and a bunch of people from my middle school camp were going to see some kind of knockoff version of Dear Evan Hansen. Except it was Christian for some reason??? Which already sounds like a nightmare, TBH.

After that, we all walked out into this giant field to watch Heathers.

Except.

The Heathers were dressed like Mean Girls.

WHY.

Heather Chandler was literally dressed like Regina George. Pink shirt. White skirt. The whole thing. Meanwhile I'm in the audience absolutely BELTING Candy Store because apparently Dream Oliver doesn't believe in being quiet.

The camp kids kept telling me to shut up.

Excuse me???

Do YOU know the song???

Didn't think so.

ANYWAYS.

Suddenly everybody gets teleported into this room inside a building near the field. My camp friends are gone (thank GOD), and now the room is full of emos.

Also, for some reason, my hair was PERFECT. Like, the hair of my dreams. Literally. Because it was a dream.

There was this one emo dude I remember perfectly. Black hair covering one eye. Blue hoodie with the hood up. Enough eyeliner to supply an entire Hot Topic. Slouching in his chair like he hadn't experienced happiness since 2009.

No idea who he was.

He was just THERE.

Then there was another guy.

Imagine Joe Jackson.

Now imagine Joe Jackson if he wasn't a melting scoop of vanilla ice cream.

That's this guy.

I sit next to him.

BIG MISTAKE.

Because this man pulls out a GUN.

At this point I notice another familiar face.

Dahvie Vanity.

And my immediate reaction was basically:

"Oh.

There's a pedophile here.

Interesting."

NOT EVEN SURPRISED.

ANYWAYS.

Fedora Joe Jackson looks at a piece of paper, looks at me, and goes,

"Oh, never mind."

And then SHOOTS ME ANYWAY.

EXCUSE ME???

A millisecond before he shoots me, I throw myself on the floor and pretend I'm already dead.

Apparently this works.

He turns around.

I get up.

AND I BOOK IT OUT THE BACK DOOR.

Meanwhile, somehow, the Heathers performance is STILL HAPPENING OUTSIDE.

Like apparently nobody informed them there was a problem.

So I run to some random house that may or may not have been my house.

I call my aunt.

Instead of answering the phone, she just SPAWNS THERE.

Then reality completely gives up.

The house transforms into a crappy Minecraft building shaped like an L.

My aunt and I barricade the door with Minecraft blocks.

Because that's apparently how construction works now.

We call 911.

And then 911 arrives.

But not in a police car.

No.

It was a giant black-and-white VAN with police lights on top.

Like somebody downloaded law enforcement from a sketchy website.

Then me and my aunt walk outside.

The barricade is gone.

Nobody questions this.

And then I wake up.

So to summarize:

✔ Christian Dear Evan Hansen

✔ Mean Girls Heathers

✔ Random emo convention

✔ Mysterious eyeliner hoodie guy

✔ Dahvie Vanity cameo

✔ Fedora Joe Jackson with a gun

✔ Minecraft architecture

✔ 911 van

0/10 experience.

Would not dream again.