#dream posts

I was at dinner with my family, along with two of my brothers friends, twins. I don't have a brother, but my brother was Robin. Idk which one. (Apparently one of the twins was dating Wally. Like, Wally west. Specifically Young Justice (cartoon) Wally West. Like, he was a cartoon in my dream.) Their parents were supposed to show up, and their dad would have two heads,and their mom would be holding a plant. But, when their dad showed up, he was Bane. Without the mask though, and no one else could tell he was Bane except for me. Then, a few moments later, the two people that fit the description of the twins parents showed up on the porch. I slammed the door in their faces and ran to expose Bane, just straight on tackling him to the floor next to the piano. We started fighting, his kids joined in, but eventually we beat him, thanks to his daughter, who turns on him.

It ended with a call from Literal Cartoon Wally, who was waiting at a convention for... well muscled people? for his girlfriend, aka Bane's newly reformed daughter, who, by the way, was selectively mute, which I learned when my brother the Undefined Robin signed thank you to her.

Oddly enough this one was Swapfell red Sans .-.

But in the dream I was in some sort of basement room that had been converted into a bedroom of sorts. I was sitting on the bed facing the door and Sans was standing in the doorway.

I was angry at him obviously for putting me in there and I remember yelling at him: “You can’t just keep me in here Sans!”

He smirked before closing the door: “I can and I am.”

The next scene was of two weeks later apparently and I had apparently not tried anything and Sans was very happy with me; cooing and petting my head. Little did he know that I had been putting together an escape plan very slowly. As soon as he left the room, I put my plan into action: putting the makeshift mannequin in place. I broke open the window then hid under the bed.

When Sans came in again, he sat down next to mannequin trying to “wake me up”. He was petting its head that felt like mine: “Cmon my dear it’s to wake up.”

When it didn’t respond he pulled back the covers to find the mannequin. He looked around frantically and spotted the broken window that was open and started to become agitated and angry and left the room to go find me.

I waited under the bed until it sounded like he had left the house. I climbed out and began to climb up towards the window. Mid-climb, I heard the door gently swing open. He stood there his arms crossed grinning at me:

“Did you really think that would work?”

Frustrated and perplexed I tried to climb out the window anyways.

I woke up right as he grabbed my soul.

(Submitted by @turtleskele)