[This is actually a mash up of the most interesting parts of my last three dreams, since I've been too lazy to submit them individually]
Part the First: Never Land
I was trying to make my way to a hotel room I was planning on staying in. Essentially, the only way to get anywhere was by climbing on scaffolding on the outside of the hotel. As I climbed, I noticed a sad looking man wearing a crown. He could not negotiate the scaffolding, so I decided to help him. I began to fly and "magicked" up a set of stairs for him. He did not trust them. I insisted that he try, he still refused.
"Why won't you trust me? I just want to help you get to happiness!" I cried.
"You don't even know where happiness is!" he lamented.
"Yes I do! I have a compass to help me." I pulled out a compass hanging around my neck, but instead of the needle staying flat, it lifted up out of the plain and tugged me towards a star in the sky.
At this point, I realized for the first time that I was flying.
"HOLY CRAP I'M PETER PAN!"
"Took you long enough," grumbled the king.
Part the Second: Murder
Killing out of self defense is acceptable. Killing out of rage or greed is comprehensible. Killing out of apathy...that is something I cannot understand.
The world was going to pieces and I didn't know why. All I knew was that good people like batman (yes, batman) were doing horrible things like releasing swarms of killer bees on people. Those who weren't participating in the cruelty just lay uselessly on their beds. Everyone had a blanket of apathy a mile thick pulled over them, everyone besides me that is. While trying to rouse my mother from her depressed stupor, my sister came into the room.
"You need to die," she whispered dispassionately. The knife in her hand swung up towards my face, but I ducked it and ran out of the room. I sneaked around the house, looking for anything that might help me make sense of what was going on.
I was on the verge of giving up and heading outside to keep searching when I ran into my sister again. She wasn't even looking at me. She couldn't be bothered to lift her glassy gaze from the ground. She looked so limp I thought the knife would slip right out of her fingers. No such luck.
"Why do you want to live?"
"Do you even care?" I screamed at her. I was done with fear. The world was crashing around me and I was the only one left to deal with it. It made me pissed.
"Not really. I just figured maybe I should ask before you stopped living." She swung with her knife, arms so lax they may as well have been boneless. I stepped back easily.
"Why do you want to kill me!? It's pointless and stupid, and you should be better than that!"
"I don't really want to. It's just, we're all going to die anyway, so I feel like I should help. It's a pain."
"Then how about this? I'll take over killing for now. You can lie down and wait for death. Like you said, it'll come eventually. Let's just procrastinate on this for a little while, okay?"
"Sure," her shrug seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.
I turned to go, white hot rage propelling me onward, when I felt the white hot pain of a knife slashing across my back. Then I felt nothing.
Part the Third: How The Great Gatsby Should Have Ended
[I hate The Great Gatsby. Of all the books I ever had to read for school, Gatsby is the only novel I really could not stand. It's not just that the writing style grinds my gears. The characters, except for the sporty girl, Jordan Baker, are utterly pathetic. So, what did my subconscious decide to do last night? It decided to rewrite the whole thing.]
Gatsby pines for Daisy. Gatsby sees Jordan hanging out in a tree. Gatsby realizes she is way cooler. Jordan ignores Gatsby. Gatsby seduces her with elaborate tree dance. Jordan decides what the heck. Jordan and Gatsby fall in love and spend all their time golfing and hanging out in the trees around Gatsby's mansion instead of throwing parties for drunks and dignitaries. Daisy and Tom die in a hole or something. The End.
[okay, so maybe it isn't as believable as the original, but it makes me infinitely happier.]
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