12 Jul 2024
Dream
I was in third person, but following the story of Deadpool, but as if Deadpool was also me? I was looking into my first lair, and then I bought my first box full of cans of this alcohol lemonade? Or spiked soda. Then I was helping out with a daughter and her packing meals to deliver to her school. I completed that. I called Peter Parker, and was going to ask him for a favor, when he says he was going to ask the same.
Peter’s girlfriend is giving him hell, and he needs somewhere safe for him and his mother to live. And I said, “tell you what, I won’t kill your girlfriend, I’ll offer you my house as sanctuary. You deliver these meals to my daughter’s school. Deal?”
We agree, explore the city, falling but catching myself unharmed picking up more alcohol and Peter and his mom. There’s at some point a dramatic shift in days, ballpark, and such.
We find out Peter’s mother is dead…and Peter is grieving. I am (as Deadpool) aching for his pain, but I will grab a can of alcohol…and head out to fight who killed Peter’s mom. On a mission, enraged.