Yeah jeez. Two nights of less than 4hrs, then tonight I finally get down for almost 11hrs, and the entire night I was PLAGUED by a godawful, persistent nightmare, that only ended after I materialized a pump-action shotgun into existence (guns, apparently, didn't previously exist in that universe?) and enshrapnelled the problem away.
Today we are all little aweewoos in this house. Just little creachers trying wobble our tiny little triangle tails toward food and rest.
Minor gorey details below the jump
Captured by some kind of fucked up rich family that kept me as a torture pet. I don't exactly remember it all, I don't recall being directly harmed, but in the DreamLogic, there was Real Fear. If I didn't do their embarrassing, degrading, disgusting, often impossible tasks, Something Bad Would Happen. Escape never seemed to stick, and even during escape, the people I ran into that I knew from my past wouldn't help me, out of fear. Woke up, went back, woke up, went back. It just wouldn't stop. Eventually on the third wake-up, I remembered that the best way for me to destabilise and crash a dream is to try and edit it with conscious thought.
I managed to draw, at first, a baseball bat, but realising it wouldn't be enough, I let it go, and pulled a classic pump shotty. Happened to run into the bratty toilet-degradation-focused (yeah don't... don't ask) adult daughter of the family, who tried to pet-neg me about the stupid metal tube I found, before her chest was inverted out her spine by the very strange combo shell of 'normal buckshot but each pellet of shot is a whole-ass slug.' Comically oversquibbed gore effect, but it also caused the dream to end like a Reboot Game, everything dematerializing into nothing and I wake up.
Egh.