dream log 91

why another dream so soon???

so i'm in a store that's at this campsite with my friend. it has a LOT of pokemon plushes, and my friend complains about some of them being too expensive, but my eyes happen upon this red piplup plush. it looks like it'd be a shiny piplup, i think? but also fire type piplup??? oh my god? so i look at the price tag, which is about $40, and i remember that i've bought $50 and a credit card.

i "buy" it, but am dragged out of the store before i can claim and bring it out. i'm in the city, the same one as my last dream, bolting with a team to find an mysterious man, who probably wears a top hat. someone runs way ahead of the group, and we pass by this billboard that says "WHAT THE HECK, OBAMA" and then it says the name of the man who was lost - i don't remember his name.

but the guy who ran ahead of us lets out a wailing cry. he'd found the body of the top-hat man. apparently they had been in an intimate relationship.

suddenly i'm back at camp, without the others, and i walk past people in the front, who are picking potatoes, peaches, and other P-named from trees as some sort of punishment. then i'm in the cafeteria, where everybody is rambling about something that i don't care about. i go back to the store from earlier, where my dad is working at, and they're trying to keep customers and children out because the store is understaffed and closed indefinitely. i ask him if i got the plush, and he nods at me through the glass window.

then here comes the part that baffles me the most - i'm at an arena of some sorts, though it's about as small as a boxing ring. in front of me is someone i know from real life, but not anybody i was particularly close to, nor anybody i had any grudge against. kind of a stranger.

a flimsy, thin sword appears in my hands, and before i know it, he's flung his sword down against me, which i successfully block, but he manages to cut off half of my sword at the expense of completely cutting his sword off, leaving only the handle part.

before he can do anything more, i decide that i don't want to spar against him in close range, and just throw my broken sword at him.

it hits a mark i'd never expected - right in the middle of his chest, his heart. i expect him to be in absolute agony, but he genuinely smiles at me, saying, "Ah, don't worry about it. I'll respawn, right?"

but the wound in his chest continues to bleed, and bleed, and he's still smiling, expecting to respawn any time.

...i don't think he did.