u ever just do laundry

As best as I can remember, I decided to eat at a different pizza place, met a friend and we got to talking.

I mentioned offhandedly that my washer/dryer was broken, so he offered to take me to his place to use his machine. When we got there, it was incredibly tense and looked like it hadn't been cleaned for a while, and there was a guard at the door who gave me the stink eye the whole time.

He made peanut pancakes while I prepared to unload my laundry, these were better than they had any right to be. But just after I finished eating, there was a gunfight at the door and a bunch of mafia dudes in suits came in looking menacing.

As it turned out, my friend was in the mafia himself as the man that would inherent the title if his dad died. There was a deal that went bad and the rival family was looking to completely eradicate my friend's(?) family and anyone that was associated with it, which unfortunately included me.

Reinforcements from the defending family came in around this time and shot them in the back, so I was lugging my laundry bag and being shuffled into a car. It drove for about 40 minutes and then I was forcibly kicked out at a random location while my friend promised to come back for me, so I was just wandering the streets cursing my rotten luck.

Eventually, it was getting late, my friend had not come for me, I still hadn't done my laundry, I had class tomorrow, and the pressure was getting to me. So I decided to go to the nearest laundromat to get my clothes done, and then think about how to get home.

That laundromat just happened to be owned by the rival family, so I didn't even get to step inside before I got shot at. This bit was a blur, the next thing I knew was that it was 3 in the morning, I still hadn't done my laundry, and I was feeling paranoid, but about this time, my friend finally came for me. He took me to a safe(?) place where I could shower and do my laundry without anyone coming in, and there happened to be people playing fighting games in the background. I swore I could recognize them as Tekken and BB, but I was a little too high-strung to want to participate, so I just fell asleep to the sound of the washing machines.

In the dream I just had, there was a dinner where people were recounting the wildest dreams they had, and it got me thinking, so I wrote it down on a letter. That turned out to be the most popular dream retelling, so of course I woke up before the chick finished reading it.