Okay, this is a blog entry of sorts, in regards to a really fucked-up dream I had that has me scared of falling asleep.
So in this dream I was Schofield. I've been reading a really epic Schofield fanfiction recently, in which he is gay, and I think that was a major influence into my dream.
That and I've been daydreaming about Alex Mercer way too much recently.
So, anyway, I remember that I was sitting in a Cafe, drinking a coffee, when herp-de-derp, Alex Mercer decides to come up and sit with me.
Neither of us say anything, we just quietly look at each other. He tries to take off my sunglasses but I swat him away.
Next thing I know we're outside in an alley and he's showing off his blade-arms. We talked for a bit and got on reasonably well.
Until a bunch of assholes started trying to kill him. Naturally, being Alex Mercer, he went apeshit and killed them all.
I was really unsure of him then. I started to leave, but he blocked me.
And then the next thing I know we're cuddled up on the couch, me drinking a hot chocolate and him snacking on a dead person.
And then I woke up.
In conclusion; my brain is fucked.
I need therapy.
So in this dream I was Schofield. I've been reading a really epic Schofield fanfiction recently, in which he is gay, and I think that was a major influence into my dream.
That and I've been daydreaming about Alex Mercer way too much recently.
So, anyway, I remember that I was sitting in a Cafe, drinking a coffee, when herp-de-derp, Alex Mercer decides to come up and sit with me.
Neither of us say anything, we just quietly look at each other. He tries to take off my sunglasses but I swat him away.
Next thing I know we're outside in an alley and he's showing off his blade-arms. We talked for a bit and got on reasonably well.
Until a bunch of assholes started trying to kill him. Naturally, being Alex Mercer, he went apeshit and killed them all.
I was really unsure of him then. I started to leave, but he blocked me.
And then the next thing I know we're cuddled up on the couch, me drinking a hot chocolate and him snacking on a dead person.
And then I woke up.
In conclusion; my brain is fucked.
I need therapy.