'It belongs to all of us', a common theme in my dreams. I think it's my subconscious desire to let everyone know how I feel, which I often tend to do. Tact is not my middle name. If I like a girl, she knows. If I don't like you, you know. People tend to think that I'm kidding, but I'm usually dead serious. One example is my Lauren dream (refer to an older post), but I will set forth another example, and hopefully entertain you, my dear readers.
The setting, an alternate Ionia. My alternate Ionia is like our main street, but kind of travels in a circle. Almost a noir like texture to the atmosphere. The players, Me, Jessyka, Jessica W., and GMD (girl of my dreams, a literal analogy). Jessica W. was robbing a bank, but only took a small bag, and me and Jessyka were out to stop her. We chased her down the city street traveling in circles. We passed a giant snake shooting a machine gun at us (damn giant reptiles). We finally cornered her in an ally, and we were sure we caught her. That's when GMD got the drop on us from behind. We were perplexed, and asked why she was doing this. She said because 'it belongs to all of us'. I looked in the bag that Jess W had stolen and saw myself crying, which I haven't done since my mom left, and then woke up. It's one of those dreams I wish I had forgotten when I woke up, but I only forget the best ones.

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