DarkRavage

So apparently I was supposed to do something with a coworker or friend or something and met him at a park within the downtown area of where I lived. We were having a conversation but it honestly wasn't all that important because I don't remember what it was about. THEN SUDDENLY, some guy comes up to me and tries to sell me something. Clearly this was a more pressing issue because I answered him and humored him as to what he wanted to sell to me. This random person wanted to sell me an alcoholic drink that him and his friend were mixing and tried to make it sound like it was the fucking most amazing drink ever. The more this person was talking, the more I got that sinking feeling that "ah shit I should not have talked to this shady ass motherfucker." So he gives me a deal, "I'll sell it to you at 30 cents per drink." And honestly at this point I wanted him out of my face so I gave him a dollar and he got super excited and was like, "OH MAN YOU WANT TWO OF THEM? THAT'S AWESOME IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU'RE REALLY INTERESTED THEN." I think at this point I'm screaming internally about how badly I fucked up and just tried to go "yeah yeah give me the fucking stupid shady ass drinks and get the fuck out of my face." However it didn't really sink in until a second later that I'm purchasing some home brew, bootleg alcohol for thirty-fucking-cents until he brings out two WATER BOTTLES and hands them over to me and says, "Hey man thank you so much for helping out our small business venture, we should meet again tomorrow to make future sales so how about we come back here the same time and we'll keep talking." I really just didn't give a shit at this point in time and give him the dollar, put the two water bottles in this shopping cart I randomly found, and walked away. I immediately ditch the shopping cart into the park's office building (just pinned it up against the wall). 

Moral of the story: Don't let people sell you home brew liquor in a water bottle. 

I think the premise of the beginning was to just hang out with these people I called my friends, despite the fact I didn't really recognize any of them. I don't remember who they were or what they really looked like, but we've been friends for years so that was a pretty nice feeling. We decided we wanted to go find another friend in the middle of town so we walked outside. It dark really quickly and we saw this giant cloud looming in the distance and it got closer and closer, making the sky darker and darker. We kind of joked that cloud will fly directly over us and just rain in one spot. As soon as we said that the cloud grew and zoomed over us and poured rain like crazy, it also kept growing pretty much covering the entire sky. We took refuge in a 7/11 and tried to decide what to do. Apparently we found our buddy inside of the 7/11, we opened one of the freezers to get a drink and slid right out covered in ice. He stumbled out of the freezer and was like, "Oh hey guys I'm frozen but I'll see you at the safe zone." and left. I was kind of confused as to what was happening so my current plan was to buy a bunch of chips and mountain dew as supplies. That was my plan. 

I had a dream where I was spectating this bizarre 5v5 ARMORED GECKO FIGHTING ARENA, and there were all these dudes who looked like WWE wrestlers holding up these crazy looking geckos in costumes. Apparently, the object of the event was pretty much watch all the geckos fight each other till one team wins. However, before the fight begins, there was a giant pile of puppies in some clear, plastic box. 99% of the puppies were pugs, and the 1% were corgis and huskies. They released one armored gecko into the box of puppies and the puppies needed to jump out of the box to "survive." The armored gecko saw the one husky puppy and bit it on the leg. The other commentators noted that the armored gecko was venomous so if that puppy doesn't jump out of the box soon, it will die. So the puppy was freaking out and trying to jump out of the box but would smash his face into it Garry's mod style and just kind of ragdoll into place. But eventually the one puppy made an incredible leap and cleared the top of the edge and made it into freedom. The commentators went crazy and shouted, "HE DID IT! HE GOT OUT OF THE BOX. HE WILL SURVIVE. HE IS THE CHAMPION. HIS NAME IS... INANIMATE OBJECT!" 

I went, "Wait, that's his name?"

Then I woke up. Because out of everything the dream consisted, the husky's name was the most out of place. 

Shit man, I don't know, fuck.