Well sometimes I do these things where I’m not asleep but I still have a dream like thought… I can see the intire dream through my eyes and it’s actually really cool, I had another one last night it was a shipping one obviously and I didn’t want it to end, so I ended it with a great ending that could be continued next time I sleep. Now that I think about it all my dreams are just very weird fanficition….
wow
Well sometimes I do these things where I’m not asleep but I still have a dream like thought… I can see the intire dream through my eyes and it’s actually really cool, I had another one last night it was a shipping one obviously and I didn’t want it to end, so I ended it with a great ending that could be continued next time I sleep. Now that I think about it all my dreams are just very weird fanficition….
wow
But doesn’t it sound great?
I had a dream like that once and WHOOPS, now I ship even more of my OCs. (The guy I ship Hinata with doesn't even have a name yet but THEY ARE MY NEW OTP AND I LOVE THEM)
It wasn’t an OC ship, can you guess? points at user name
It wasn’t an OC ship, can you guess? points at user name
I figured. But my ship sure is, and luckily unlike my last one, THERE'S A HIGH CHANCE THAT THEY CAN BECOME CANON IN MY STORY (unlike Akira x Rikuto)
It wasn’t an OC ship, can you guess? points at user name
I figured. But my ship sure is, and luckily unlike my last one, THERE'S A HIGH CHANCE THAT THEY CAN BECOME CANON IN MY STORY (unlike Akira x Rikuto)
Did you just tell me that my OTP won’t become canon? cries internally I ALREADY KNOW THEY HAVE A LOW CHANCE OF BECOMING CANON DONT REMING MEEEEEEE
remind
help
it's almost time to put the note in Senpai's locker…..
That’s creepy, but good luck. I can’t really help you out, because I’m not there. I’m sure one to talk starting a cult about some random furry fictional character starring in a shitty movie
It wasn’t an OC ship, can you guess? points at user name
I figured. But my ship sure is, and luckily unlike my last one, THERE'S A HIGH CHANCE THAT THEY CAN BECOME CANON IN MY STORY (unlike Akira x Rikuto)
Did you just tell me that my OTP won’t become canon? cries internally I ALREADY KNOW THEY HAVE A LOW CHANCE OF BECOMING CANON DONT REMING MEEEEEEE
I said my old OTP wouldn't become canon, I know absolutely nothing about yours.
It wasn’t an OC ship, can you guess? points at user name
I figured. But my ship sure is, and luckily unlike my last one, THERE'S A HIGH CHANCE THAT THEY CAN BECOME CANON IN MY STORY (unlike Akira x Rikuto)
Did you just tell me that my OTP won’t become canon? cries internally I ALREADY KNOW THEY HAVE A LOW CHANCE OF BECOMING CANON DONT REMING MEEEEEEE
I said my old OTP wouldn't become canon, I know absolutely nothing about yours.
Exactly but still it’s a joke So we can relate about canon things I guess.
It is!! We could go into more detail on PM and even possibly meet if you're comfortable with that!
I approve this so much.
help
it's almost time to put the note in Senpai's locker…..
good luck
It is!! We could go into more detail on PM and even possibly meet if you're comfortable with that!
I approve this so much.
?
help
it's almost time to put the note in Senpai's locker…..good luck
help
it's almost time to put the note in Senpai's locker…..good luck
it is done
mission accomplished dun dun dunnnnnnn
help
it's almost time to put the note in Senpai's locker…..good luck
it is done
mission accomplished dun dun dunnnnnnn
i didn't even see him read the note cause
1) its in an envelope
2) the hallways were crowded and i didn't get to my locker in time
help
it's almost time to put the note in Senpai's locker…..good luck
it is done
mission accomplished dun dun dunnnnnnn
i didn't even see him read the note cause
1) its in an envelope
2) the hallways were crowded and i didn't get to my locker in time
oof
It is!! We could go into more detail on PM and even possibly meet if you're comfortable with that!
I approve this so much.
?
Because it's Notebook fam meeting up irl!
From the top of my head, I can recite many of my weird dreams, but, this one definitely sticks out. I had woken up in a white room in a white bed. When I had stepped out of bed a door opened and a robot came in asking for my name, when I didn't answer him he shot me in the heart. I had suddenly woken up again gasping for air in the same white room but the bed had a blood stain where my heart was. Again, I got out of the bed and different robot had come in asking for my name, in fear, I answered with "Sally" for some reason I told it a made up name. Next thing I know the robot shot me in the head this time. I awoke in the same white room with a pounding headache, but when I looked at the bed the pillow was stained. Not wanting to meet the killing robots again, I stood on top of the bed and threw the pillows and blankets onto the ground. I hopped from pillow to pillow, blanket to blanket until I made it to the door. Just as I was about to open the door a strange force had pushed me into the bed making me cough up blood staining the white Victorian nightgown I was in. I woke up for the third time in the same room, but for some reason, the entire room was stained red while the only white thing was the bed I was laying it. At that point, I had realized this was all but a dream, but what terrified me was that in a normal dream, whenever you die you wake up from the dream, but every time I had died I woke up still in the dream. I feared I wouldn't wake up again. But, suddenly, the walls started to drain its red color. All the red faded into white again, but, all the red went into the bed turning it red. I suddenly fell through the bed and it felt like I had been thrown onto my bed when I finally woke up from my dream. Needless to say, I was terrified for the first time in my life.
From the top of my head, I can recite many of my weird dreams, but, this one definitely sticks out. I had woken up in a white room in a white bed. When I had stepped out of bed a door opened and a robot came in asking for my name, when I didn't answer him he shot me in the heart. I had suddenly woken up again gasping for air in the same white room but the bed had a blood stain where my heart was. Again, I got out of the bed and different robot had come in asking for my name, in fear, I answered with "Sally" for some reason I told it a made up name. Next thing I know the robot shot me in the head this time. I awoke in the same white room with a pounding headache, but when I looked at the bed the pillow was stained. Not wanting to meet the killing robots again, I stood on top of the bed and threw the pillows and blankets onto the ground. I hopped from pillow to pillow, blanket to blanket until I made it to the door. Just as I was about to open the door a strange force had pushed me into the bed making me cough up blood staining the white Victorian nightgown I was in. I woke up for the third time in the same room, but for some reason, the entire room was stained red while the only white thing was the bed I was laying it. At that point, I had realized this was all but a dream, but what terrified me was that in a normal dream, whenever you die you wake up from the dream, but every time I had died I woke up still in the dream. I feared I wouldn't wake up again. But, suddenly, the walls started to drain its red color. All the red faded into white again, but, all the red went into the bed turning it red. I suddenly fell through the bed and it felt like I had been thrown onto my bed when I finally woke up from my dream. Needless to say, I was terrified for the first time in my life.
From the top of my head, I can recite many of my weird dreams, but, this one definitely sticks out. I had woken up in a white room in a white bed. When I had stepped out of bed a door opened and a robot came in asking for my name, when I didn't answer him he shot me in the heart. I had suddenly woken up again gasping for air in the same white room but the bed had a blood stain where my heart was. Again, I got out of the bed and different robot had come in asking for my name, in fear, I answered with "Sally" for some reason I told it a made up name. Next thing I know the robot shot me in the head this time. I awoke in the same white room with a pounding headache, but when I looked at the bed the pillow was stained. Not wanting to meet the killing robots again, I stood on top of the bed and threw the pillows and blankets onto the ground. I hopped from pillow to pillow, blanket to blanket until I made it to the door. Just as I was about to open the door a strange force had pushed me into the bed making me cough up blood staining the white Victorian nightgown I was in. I woke up for the third time in the same room, but for some reason, the entire room was stained red while the only white thing was the bed I was laying it. At that point, I had realized this was all but a dream, but what terrified me was that in a normal dream, whenever you die you wake up from the dream, but every time I had died I woke up still in the dream. I feared I wouldn't wake up again. But, suddenly, the walls started to drain its red color. All the red faded into white again, but, all the red went into the bed turning it red. I suddenly fell through the bed and it felt like I had been thrown onto my bed when I finally woke up from my dream. Needless to say, I was terrified for the first time in my life.
That sounds amazing.
I had a dream where Buzz Lightyear was being attacked by these clone things. (A toy would appear, then there would be a million of them.) And then there was this thing, looked like a Cornish Pixie. It said something like "I am going to die!" then it kicked me in the stomach and I woke up.
From the top of my head, I can recite many of my weird dreams, but, this one definitely sticks out. I had woken up in a white room in a white bed. When I had stepped out of bed a door opened and a robot came in asking for my name, when I didn't answer him he shot me in the heart. I had suddenly woken up again gasping for air in the same white room but the bed had a blood stain where my heart was. Again, I got out of the bed and different robot had come in asking for my name, in fear, I answered with "Sally" for some reason I told it a made up name. Next thing I know the robot shot me in the head this time. I awoke in the same white room with a pounding headache, but when I looked at the bed the pillow was stained. Not wanting to meet the killing robots again, I stood on top of the bed and threw the pillows and blankets onto the ground. I hopped from pillow to pillow, blanket to blanket until I made it to the door. Just as I was about to open the door a strange force had pushed me into the bed making me cough up blood staining the white Victorian nightgown I was in. I woke up for the third time in the same room, but for some reason, the entire room was stained red while the only white thing was the bed I was laying it. At that point, I had realized this was all but a dream, but what terrified me was that in a normal dream, whenever you die you wake up from the dream, but every time I had died I woke up still in the dream. I feared I wouldn't wake up again. But, suddenly, the walls started to drain its red color. All the red faded into white again, but, all the red went into the bed turning it red. I suddenly fell through the bed and it felt like I had been thrown onto my bed when I finally woke up from my dream. Needless to say, I was terrified for the first time in my life.
Wow. That is an impressive dream.
I had a dream about my ships. It was great until a SPIDER CAME OUT OF NOWHERE