#actor slash

kill me just fucking kill me

I-I-I don't know. I don't know why I had this dream, but here goes. Reece Holland was kidnapped. By a gang that planned to kill him, or so we thought. I learned the news while I was palling around with John Hoffman at some building downtown. It was slightly tipping like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, and for some reason all of the toilets were missing, but each bathroom was in the exact same place on each floor, so if you looked through the holes where the toilets once were, it went on forever. I was having trouble keeping my balance because of how disorienting it was. Anyway, everyone acted immediately to save Reece. John hopped on the freeway with all of these other friends, at sunset, and I followed, but I didn't want him to know I was coming because I wondered if my presence might be inappropriate. They seemed to notice I was there and didn't care, though. So we went into the building where Reece was being held hostage, I guess a hotel, and slammed open the doors of a random room. Reece was lying in the bed, wrapped in a blanket. He looked older and had greyer hair. Patrick Richwood suddenly came out of nowhere and fell over the bed, checking to see if he was okay, and then they just started making out passionately. Nobody cared, just laid themselves over the furniture in exhausted satisfaction. Patrick started out wearing jeans and a button-down shirt, but suddenly he was wearing the entire Rabbit costume and Reece was caressing his bunny curves with fervor. Then one of the women who had come with us started having a heated discussion with the others about how so-and-such was a bad actor for some Broadway play. The end.