the waves have come

you can spend your day off doing things you like or you can sleep for 15 hours for no reason at all and it’s not even a good sleep, either: your legs keep aching and you keep having weird dreams about an evil dark lord who is trying to spread his dark shadow across the world holding you hostage like a pet, and just as he’s in this dark, terrifying auditorium, filled with many of the horrified townsfolk he’s also holding hostage, about to begin the ritual, you realize you have to buy his trust and fast to manipulate him and attempt to turn the tide of this evil, so while he’s essentially got you crawling at his feet, you reach up into his palm to take one of the many small gold pieces of the town’s only currency that he stole, and swallow it. you take another and swallow it too, and he turns his dark attention towards you as you keep desperately reaching into his hand to consume these gold pieces, eating them like you’re starving, choking on them and grasping onto his leg for stability, terrified that he’s going to see through into plan and strike you down right there. but he turns his imposing evil figure down to you with fascination, perhaps even what his twisted psyche can liken to affection, leaning down to pet your face and throat and smear away the tears of coughing and exertion lining your eyes. he even holds your face and gently places a gold piece into your mouth and onto your tongue, his face so close to yours as he helps you swallow it, praising you at how you have finally let go of your loyalty to those people, at how you’re destroying their currency, rejecting their community, how you’ve finally become one with him and the great shadow, how he is so proud and pleased with you, and for a moment you forget all about your intentions and your plans, and it’s just you and this evil lord, who is so close to you that you breathe each other’s air, holding you steady and caressing you softly and looking at you like you hung the moon and stars, regarding you with this sick, affectionate fascination, reserved only for you and no-one else, and for a while both of you forget your grand plans to usurp the other

had a dream this 1 braincell whiteboy started talking to me while i was working and asking annoying questions, and then started talking about where he got his gems/stones tumbled (to be shiny) and he was like, yeah they got tumbled at goof and they’re really ugly… i was like huh? and he was like yeah at goof. he was trying to say guelph. terrifying