This week's dream was hugely inspired by supernatural, owing to the two hours I spent laughing at gifs of Jared, Jensen and Misha, but how my friend Teenie ended up in it is quite a mystery.
It begins with me, (duh), sitting at a lunch table in a dimly lit room. The tables are packed, and people are enjoying whatever they’re eating, except me. Because I don’t like porridge. Also, porridge for lunch? Eugh 😣
Somehow this refusal of mine to eat porridge makes me worthy of being Satan’s soul deliverer.
For only a day though.
So I am given superpowers for a day. (Which come with incredible stamina, cuz boy did I run a lot in my dream.) Anyhow, I am magically transported to locations where people are about to die. Not one person, oh no, I’m talking a hundred people, a thousand people. I’ll be taken through a corridor, the walls on either side are filled with pictures of the ones about to die. Due to my amazaball superpowers, I can take one look at each picture and decide whether they have lived a good life or not. And all those who deserve to go to hell, will have a red ‘X’ drawn across their photos.
Red as in blazing hot hell fire red. The picture turns to ashes after the X is drawn. And that’s it, I just have make the decision. Also deliver their souls to the devil, of course.
This is where my friend Teenie comes in. Apparently she has the power to deliver souls to… heaven? She doesn’t explicitly state that. But her job is to place a white, bright like magnesium burning white X, on the pictures of souls that will soon enter heaven.
Being friends, we decide to have a competition whoever collects most souls wins. I do not remember what the prize was. So the hunt for souls begin.
Not to scare anyone, but there were a lot of souls going to hell.
At the end of the day, we realise we want to keep these powers. We’re super strong, super fast, I can jump over buildings. I can look into someone’s eyes and see their soul. Literally.
And so when there random ass messengers from hell and heaven arrive to take our powers back, we run like hell. ( ha, like hell)
There’s a lot of superhero shit, I jump off a 30 storey building, and land on my two feet!!! How cool is that?
When the messengers still don’t leave us alone, we fling supernatural (the TV show) posters at them.
I’m guessing my idea was “if Dean’s face can make me stop and swoon, it can make anyone stop and swoon”
Nobody stopped. Or Swooned. Except me. But I was still running.
Aaaaand then my alarm woke me.
I hope I got to keep my powers. And working for the devil isn’t as bad as it sounds. Does this mean something? Am I a satanist?
