Wackass dreams

User is the one meant to guide the story here, is your dream after all.

Its 123 am on a work night, kill me

How the hell did you get here? Oh yeah. You fell asleep. It was roughly 1 am on a school night when you'd passed the out. You could still taste the sleep on your tongue, the gross cottonmouth film clinging to your cheeks.

And you'd dreamt. Boy did you dream. Like right now, where you were running for your life from a frankly terrifyingly cartoonish mix of a t-rex and godzilla. And it was very easily gaining on you. Stupid dream slow-running. You had barely resigned your fate to being Dino food when a shark zipped by you, none other than Bro mother fucking Strider on its back.

The Dino fell with a sharp swing of Bro's katana and he was in front of you in one blurry minded blink.

"Yo." Bro said eloquently. "You're asleep. We need you awake, asap."

He proceeded to try to stab you. It didn't end up working, your own body melting like a liquid around the metal until he pulled it back.

"Huh, that usually works." He paused, his blank expression giving away nothing.