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So I had more dreams last night where BH players made cameos.
First part of the dreams didn't involve any. It was two, horribly convoluted stories, both involving me facing against a clone of myself, seemingly as a metaphor of defeating one's bad self.
The first time I was a humanoid dinosaur of the triceratops variety with green scales. I don't remember much of that fight, but some how a she dinosaur became pregnant or was already pregnant and died. Apparently I loved her deeply.
The second I was a clown. Your standard, creepified clown. This fight was pretty interesting, as we both had an ability to shapeshift. One point he turned into a unicorn (still with his clown head though) to catch up to me, and it ended with me riding on the back of a scooter with a cowboy trying to shoot him with a lever action .22 caliber rifle.
The following section, I was at work. It's a small pizza shop, so there's the door not far from me. Then Machete walks in, gives me a black bag and says something about thank you for your business or along that line, then walks out. In the bag is a kidney and a note from whoever sold me it (Machete was just the delivery boy) that said "They know already, find somewhere safe.". So now I'm trying to hide the kidney somewhere where the authorities won't find it; behind the onions in the fridge, behind the prep table, etc.
The next part, I'm watching a TV in the "pregnant lady pushing out her baby" position, with the TV between my legs. Me and Jubber (who never says he's Jubber, I just somehow know this) are watching some kind of MMA. As they feature the fighters and teams of fighters, they keep slow punching me in the balls, basically pushing on them with their fist. I can feel it for some reason, which isn't the first time I've been able to feel in dreams. It pisses me off though that I never feel anything in a hot sex dream.
Next thing I know I'm on a bus, standing right behind the driver seat looking towards the door at Yewluze (again, no mention of it, I'm just aware of it.) Now, Yew manifested as a short, chubby, short haired guy with nerdy glasses, an overbite and mostly incoherent phrases because he talked fast. He says something to me, don't remember what, then does kind retarded "YAY" thing. Like if you mixed "YAY" with "DURR", that's what he did. He then walked off the bus and started painting graffiti.
And then I'm at the door in a house. My house. I live in a trailer, generally if you know how many are built, standing with the door at your back there's a hallway with rooms to the right and living room to the left. I was standing about 6 feet away from the door, facing the living room. I'm there, talking with this short, petite girl with a few freckles and a happy demeanor. For some reason my old boss is there too, but not really doing anything, just there. Out of the hallway comes Zaryi, butt naked. I'm like "Awesome!", but she's hanging her head dejectedly. She has an obscene amount of hair around her crotch. I say something, she said something back, then pulls out her penis from under the hair. Apparently this is why she's sad. Whether it's because she has a penis, or because it was small, I don't know. She also flicked it a little and turned it into a semi.
She said something again, and I said "I'd still fuck you." She smiled a little and walked back down the hallway. Then the girl standing next to me asked "Would you still fuck me if I had a penis?". I said "Do you have a penis, Spacehunter?". She said "No".
I never did answer the question in the dream, because I woke up.
TL: DR
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I killed my dinosaur and clown alter egos.
I received a kidney from MACHETE.
Me and Jubber watch MMA and they nutshot me through the TV.
Yewluze is a happy go-lucky retard that does graffiti.
Zaryi has a penis and a ton of bush.
Spacehunter is a petite freckled girl with no penis.
This all happened just tonight too.
"Ok we aren't such things and birds are pretty advanced. They fly and shit from anywhere they want. While we sit on our automatic toilets, they're shitting on people and my car while a cool breeze tickles their anus. That's the life."
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