DreamDesire

It was a sunny day at school, but at the same time, somewhat gloomy. I was walking with my friend, Pierce, and greeted one of my other friends, Cadence. Me and Pierce walked into the school as we instantly had a diabolical plan. I told him that he should go to the nurse and say that his stomach hurts, so he could go to the bathroom, while I would be at the bathroom too. I finally gave him the signal as he walked into the Nurse's Office. I quickly sped to the bathroom when he was there. "How'd you get here so fast?" I asked. He rarely just shrugged and said, "I dunno." I went into one of the stalls, as I got on a green tie and vest, a purple jacket, and painted my face white. My hair turned green in the process, as well. We both laughed maniacally as we grabbed shotguns stashed near the toilets. I smashed open the window with the butt of the gun, and glass flew everywhere. I nodded as we hopped out, but soon ran into walking people. Out of pure sadism, I shot at them, but was sad to see that the guns had no ammo or gunpowder. I thought, out of my lucid state, to make the gun at least do some kind of damage. When it did, I pulled the trigger on the citizens as they dropped to the ground, paralyzed and unable to move. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt so incredibly happy and evil, as I laughed like a madman at seeing the petrified men and women on the ground. Pierce tapped me on the shoulder and said, "No time, we gotta go." I agreed as we ran off to a nearby building, possibly a storage for cars. We walked to the third floor, and aimed for guards at a bank. The plans for our heist were starting to become more and more powerful, and we got out long muskets with scopes on them. I was disappointed to see that when I shot, it did absolutely nothing. I became angry and distressed, as I pulled out two shells that were actually batteries. Because of my anger making the dream less stabilized, I did not realize that I was holding a musket and two batteries. Out of complete madness and insanity, I grabbed a knife and stabbed an innocent man coming down the stairs many times, trying to search for any ammo on him. I grabbed his body and stuffed it in a crate. Suddenly, my stomach dropped and I realized that my master plan had been foiled by a lack of ammo. I told Pierce that the heist is off, so we just went back to the school bathroom. He got out of a white tuxedo he was currently wearing as I walked up to the mirror. I flipped a knife out of my pocket, the one that I previously used to kill the man, and placed the blade on my face, a couple centimeters away from my ear. I slowly cut it across, reaching to my mouth to my ear. I felt nothing but a mere scratch, as cold blood streamed down my face. The bathroom faded black, and I started hearing voices, presumably Joker catchphrases, like "Why so serious?" and "Frowning is overrated." As the voices ended, I looked at myself dead in the mirror, face paint and everything still on, and said, "Let's put a smile on that face.."

My dream slowly ended, as I appeared in a new one. This time, I had no scars but what appeared to be red lipstick. My green hair was slicked back and I was wearing a white tuxedo with a black tie, the almost to exact same style my friend Pierce was wearing. I was in a black and white Bugatti as I drove across an icy forest, laughing like a psychopath as I ran over trees. I felt absolutely great, overwhelmed with power and happiness. My dream ended, and I woke up..

(This may seem exaggerated, but most of this is actually true from what I recall)

I was on my computer, playing a videogame, presumably Overwatch by the characters. I was regularly playing as Winston until I faded into a classroom. Confused, I looked around to see it had a 1800 type setting, with girls in bonnets and boys with fancy hair. My teacher wore moccasins and a Mozart wig. He was teaching us math when he looked at me and said, "Jack, please tell me what I just said, because it seems you weren't listening." I literally confusingly replied "52." He disagreed and nodded his head to the side in disappointment as he pulled out a rusty radio and pushed a button, when the radio said "53 is the correct answer to this question." Unfortunately, my curiosity on why he had such technology in a classic era lead to me appearing in an asylum-like setting. From my memories, I was a janitor sweeping blood off of the marble floor. I started hearing odd noises, giggles and whines, as I looked to my side to see a hallway. I slowly walked up to it when a doll popped out and looked me dead in the eyes. It screamed and jiggled its body rapidly and I just stood there petrified. I couldn't take anymore of it, as I commited suicide in the dream by jumping off of the balcony of the mental asylum. One last memory I have is standing in the middle of a war; an intergalactic one. UFOs, Star Destroyers, and spaceships flew around shooting at each other. I had a gun in my hand, and at this point, I completely realized that this was all a dream. However, I was too lazy to just continue the dream, since I was still kind of traumitized from the segment before. So I did what I could and shot a couple of people, until I put the rifle to my head and shot myself. My dream ended abruptly and I woke up confused, but just went back to sleep.