So I had two dreams last night.
1)
My own father kidnapped me. He made me live with him in this shitty small house. He called it "training". He somehow got a group of actual cops to guard the building and prevent me from escaping. Being there was really boring, and the food was bad too.
After two months of being there, in a sudden, I escaped. I flew out the back door, towards the train station that leads home. When I got there, my mum was at the ticket reception! I told her what happened and she got really mad at dad.
2)
I was a human-looking creature, who has lived for thousands of years. Every time I had to prolong my life, I had to kill somebody. I've mastered this skill to the point that I could silently kill someone in the middle of a pub, and hide the body in my suitcase, while playing an instrument without anyone getting suspicious. After I've done that, I noticed someone was following me. Not in the bad sense, I think they wanted to be my friend, or partner, but since I lived this life, I couldn't have anyone by my side. It would ultimately just cause pain to both sides. I tried running away, flying as fast as I could but they always found me. I was fleeing for what felt like 10 (actual) minutes, then woke up.
There was also a rodeo bull robot I got on at some point, but it was kinda boring, so I resumed fleeing.
1)
My own father kidnapped me. He made me live with him in this shitty small house. He called it "training". He somehow got a group of actual cops to guard the building and prevent me from escaping. Being there was really boring, and the food was bad too.
After two months of being there, in a sudden, I escaped. I flew out the back door, towards the train station that leads home. When I got there, my mum was at the ticket reception! I told her what happened and she got really mad at dad.
2)
I was a human-looking creature, who has lived for thousands of years. Every time I had to prolong my life, I had to kill somebody. I've mastered this skill to the point that I could silently kill someone in the middle of a pub, and hide the body in my suitcase, while playing an instrument without anyone getting suspicious. After I've done that, I noticed someone was following me. Not in the bad sense, I think they wanted to be my friend, or partner, but since I lived this life, I couldn't have anyone by my side. It would ultimately just cause pain to both sides. I tried running away, flying as fast as I could but they always found me. I was fleeing for what felt like 10 (actual) minutes, then woke up.
There was also a rodeo bull robot I got on at some point, but it was kinda boring, so I resumed fleeing.
