This time it was from the perspective of Sam. I make an intense moose. Last time it was Dean. Still in the same mall, with the same weird
My imagination must be getting tired.
I think this time I was veering more towards lucid. It felt kind of wrong, you know? And then I was ME whilst dancing like, um, a Drag Queen. And even when I was Sam, I felt like that wasn't quite right-- although I didn't have much time to ponder that, given that I was being chased around a mall by an infected six year old and worrying that her zombified compatriots would break out of their makeshift library prison.
I managed to get on the phone with Dean, who was massively unhelpful-- thanks, not big brother. Led me to wonder how they ever got separated in the first place.
I know no one really likes listening to a fifteen year old talk about a dream, ffs, but hell, my blog. I'll ignore my Target Market rule as long as I damn well please.
Weird. Weirdweirdweird. Weird that I've had what seems to be a part 1 featuring Dean Winchester and a part 2 featuring Sam Winchester. Didn't know my head was organized like that. Also weird that this time the government was all wonky, unlike last time. Maybe Dean appeals more to authority figures? ........No, I knew that was wrong before I'd even finished thinking it.
Someone help, I'm going stir crazy.
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