Tales from the sun chaser.

I'm at my house, my brother K and my pops are there. Jeff shows up and asks for a marker. I have this really nice sharpie that makes bordered lines whenever you write that I was using. I decided to give it to him, if he had something good to trade. He offered me a superman toy, and tried to really sell it like it was good, but there were no moving parts. I told him I didn't like superman that much to begin with. He tucked it away in his backpack and pulled out a card. It was some marvel subscription that had a nice discount to it. I told him yeah, I'll take it, and then he just threw it as hard as he could in my face.

I walked off to the refrigerator to grab something, and calm down, and when I came back there were like 5 injuries on the football game. The Eagles and Dolphins were playing. I caught the last one, it was a pretty brutal hit on a kickoff return.

Something happens here....like the next dream starts, or I'm just in the void and someone tells me about fighting nightmares or dream demons. I can't recall who it was, but they said I'd be doing it in my lucids. I naturally followed this up with a WBTB which requires it's own entry.