Tuesday night... November 28th, 2017. A night I’ll NEVER forget. Well, maybe I should say nightMARE. I will tell you about my extremely weird and distorted dream, but there was also something kind of spooky scary skeletons-y that happened the next day.
Yeah, and just making sure you know, you may be disturbed with this dream. I’m telling you it’s really weird and distorted! Don’t say I didn’t warn you! I’m going to tell it now. Are you good? Good? If you’re still reading you’re good.
The dream started with me, my brother Eamonn, and my dad all in this abstract town or something with crazy shades of orange, pink, and maybe some other colors. There were all these weird creatures walking around, but there’s only one I remember.
Walking around the town... was Mickey Mouse! Doesn’t sound that bad, right? You may think it sounds fun! But, trust me, it wasn’t. In my dream, Mickey Mouse was EXTREMELY tall, skinny, had SUPER long arms and legs that stretched out unnaturally. Like he was somehow doing the splits except standing up and walking, I don’t know!
It’s hard to describe, I would try to reenact it, but it’s a blog post. Ask me to do it for you, if you’d like me to. Was that last sentence a little redundant? Oh well, I just need to get on with it.
Anyway, besides all those weird features, that Mickey looked just like the really old Mickey color cartoons. But he was also three dimensional.
A couple more strange features, that Mickey walked REALLY REALLY slowly. I mean, I could tell he was moving, but... yeah. Way too slow.
Last weird Mickey thing, it seems that something that crazy would have to play a big part in my dream, right? Well... No. It didn’t. He just slowly walked around in random points throughout my dream, and no one in the dream even acknowledged it.
You know what? I just wrote several paragraphs about that one character! This is getting too long, comment if you want me to do another post as a sequel that finishes up the dream, this one is just about the creepy Mickey. The dream gets a lot weirder from there.
Okay, let’s wrap things up, all you need to know about is the weird Mickey for what I’m telling you next.
Of course, the day after I had that dream, I told my friend Sarah about it at PE. Not just the gross Mickey, EVERYTHING. She was amused and weirded out about it.
When PE was over, I decided to go the long way to my locker, so I could say one more thing about my dream I thought Sarah should know. Specifically, the gross Mickey. I told her a little more about him, a couple more details on how he walked and stuff.
As I finished it up and walked away, I noticed something. The girl next to Sarah’s locker. She must’ve overheard a little of what I was saying, and gave me a weird look. Do you know what kind of backpack she was wearing? It was a black backpack with a whole bunch of pictures of the old color cartoon Mickey Mouse! I’M NOT KIDDING!
Also, that backpack girl was a third grade bully of mine, ILLUMINATI CONFIRMED! Haha, there’s no such thing as the Illuminati. Or is there?
