24 Jul 2024
pages.dreamInterpretation.dream
WWIII but make it Hetalia and Fortnite
Sub machine guns my hand as I navigate myself through countries with ppl I naturally tug along with
I also have a tiny translucent octopus as a pet; I got her from a fish tank we stumbled upon in some rich man’s mansion we sacked; it was almost like a built in aquarium
Bloodbaths after bloodbaths, glazed pool tile walls, shooting a guy who’s still in the bathtub
We cross the borders across Switzerland and Italy and such
I take good care of the tiny octopus as we go down south, then to Spain and such
In one mission the octopus gets a bit injured and it doesn’t look too well(health wise)
I release them into the coast of Andalusia or Gibraltar with its mate, hoping that humans won’t be able to reach them by the time we leave the ransacked seaside resort town
I promise that I’ll see him soon/in next life
Anthropomorphic America who’s in my team asks me why not when the war is over
I only answer with a smile;
It’s because I probably won’t be alive by the end of this whole conflict
Scene switch
Mission in Izu
People do die but in very unconventional fashion
Rotten balcony built by the open slope of the mountain facing the open ocean
Someone steps through the rotten board and gets a wood plank stuck in his stomach and dies
I proveed with caution
Inside the loghouse is another pillaging subjects
Another tournament(death battle) but it’s amongst the prefectural representatives and such
In a school’s gymnasium
My younger brother is here too
Blood bath, chaos
I’m the only one aware that I’m in a dream/manufactured narrative
Moves about strategically to gather all the useful people
Sharing the info with the select few I recognize
Gets out of the gymnasium through the backdoor out the corridor where the bathroom is
The whoel time we’re moving about I’m getting visions about how all this would unfold
It’s a post-apocalyptic genre with too much world building for a cheap harem/thriller genre
Outside is a lush green misty forest
It seems it just stopped raining
“Well what’s next” they ask
I face them and give them details of my vision
