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...Superboy from Young Justice was obsessed with me. He stalked me, terrorised me, chopped off three of my fingers, made me say yes to marrying him, and then proceeded to tattoo 'yes' on my neck.

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...some dude thought stealing my medication was a form of flirtation. I was having a seizure, in desperate need of my goddamn meds, and all the idiot did was hold them high above his head while wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously.

...the reason Sesshomaru was missing in Yashahime was because he'd jumped down The Bone-Eater's Well to follow his secret dream of becoming a tailor.

He wore a black and white suit with flower patterns (similar to that of his feudal era outfit) stitched into the fabric. One day, his daughters found him again, down on his knees, measuring some dude's leg. An awkward staring contest ensued.

...I was married to Dabi from My Hero Academia.

It was a ritual type thing... I can't really remember all that much, other than the league of villains were demons and I had to choose between Dabi, Shigaraki, or Twice.

...kinda wish I'd picked Twice because the rest of the dream consisted of me following him around on missions, and boy, did I pine, because-

...I got accepted into UA from My Hero Academia. Endeavor was a teacher and I was eager to learn under him because I also had a fire quirk. I asked him how to conjure fire with my hands, because the only way I was able to do so was if I dipped my hands into my pants - where my vagina was permenantly on fire - to light them.

This dream was another one of those where real me was conscious enough to spectate from above, so when dream me explained this, real me was like-

...I attended UA from My Hero Academia. The whole class was preparing for an exam in the assembly hall of my old high school. Deku was my best friend. I didn't want him to get dehydrated, so I brought him a giant bottle of water and a rather flat looking 'bowl' dripping with blackcurrant juice.

By the time I got to his desk, most of the juice had spilled out and dripped along the underside of it. Dumbass dream me still put it down onto his desk anyway, directly over his exam booklet. It covered the entire thing, and soaked through the pages.

He snapped at me, to which I replied haughtily, "alright, snotty," before stomping over to my desk (which was next to Mina) and sitting down in a huff.

There's a theme in my dreams where the real me is concious enough in them to watch over the scene as an invisible spectator, so real me was watching dream me and thinking, "bitch, why'd you do that?"

...I had a creepy stalker. He was super skinny and had massive buck teeth. His name was Feeble James and he was on the FBI's most wanted list because he was a serial stalker/killer. He slit the throat of the last girl he stalked. For Halloween, he wanted a treat, so he cut off some random dude's hands and put them in a candy bag.

The entire time this was going on, my friend, who is also called James, was there to protect me, like a bodyguard. He failed, however, when he got lured away by the smell of fish and chips(which he doesn't like), leaving me alone, at the mercy of Feeble James.

Thanks, bro.

For the past two weeks, I've been feeling so incredibly low, I didn't think I would come back from it this time.

Then, I had arguably one of the best dreams of my life, because I honestly think it saved it. I know that may sound weird, considering the dream was about TMNT, but...

In the dream, the turtles were my friends. I was on my way through the sewers to go meet them. Dream me felt the way I did in real life, near tears, heart weighing a ton, completely hopeless, dead.

When I entered the lair, I ended up hugging Leonardo around the waist and just... crying my heart out. He wrapped his arms around me and comforted me, told me everything was going to be okay, that he was there for me, etc. The dream was literally that for 5-10 minutes, no joke, of just me letting it all out against his chest. It felt so real. I could feel his presence, his arms around me, his comfort wrapping around me like a blanket.

And you know how in real life, you feel better after a big, long cry? Well, that was me. It had translated over to the real me when I woke up, and I started to feel like myself again.

The weight was gone.

This dream is so special to me, it inspired me to make this blog to make a catalogue of all of them, because I'd like to look back and smile.

Thank you, Leonardo.