Not that weird considering I just had honey glazed steak last night. No berries, but plenty of honey and minced garlic.

Not a post, but I basically saw this same thing happen in a yt comment thread of a reaction video for a show. Someone basically did the whole “x did y, probably” kinda joke and someone had to come in and ruin it.

Edit:

I’m wrong. I found the comment and it’s more of a “x didn’t do y, but are we gonna wait until x does?” kinda joke. Also, the joke ruiner just had to make the joke accurate to the character/situatiob in the show because clearly that made the joke funnier, am I right? Ugh…

I think the last one I had, or at least had stuck with me, is a weird one. So, to start, it’s completely unrealistic since I know my dad would neved act like he did in the dream… outside of when I was a child and he was either playing with me or trying to calm me down.

Yeah, so the parts I remember are my room having LED lights around the edge of the ceiling, purple-ish pink. It was soft lighting. Room was arranged how it was back when I had the dream. So, the parts I remember is my dad coming in and rubbing his beard all across my stomach, shirt up, despite me telling him to stop repeatedly. I couldn’t stop him.

Next part I remember is them being in a car, behind my mother who was driving, my oldest brother in passengers seat. We were in a tunnel with that same purple colour lighting it up. We talk about what happened because dream me found it traumatic. I remember the conversation ending with me being told and agreeing that I should talk to my father about what happened, followed by leaving the tunnel and the dream ending.

Not the craziest dream I’ve had, but yeah.

It wasn’t a big deal since it was just a college student government set up thing in the afternoon when most people would be done with classes. So not much lost by me not being able to attend.

Ran into a snag that prevented me from going to a Halloween thing, so no plans.

I had planned on wearing my partial fursuit with a long sleeve shirt that had fake blood on it, a pair of dirtied jeans, and my old boot like shoes that are already pretty dirty and mangled from usage. You know, casual killer 3 eyed were-snow leapord. But now I don’t have a reason for it other than if I really wanna do it.

The left ain’t anthro enough for me, so definitely a cat grill friend. Easy choice because then I’ll have a cooking partner. Here’s hoping it’s one of those weird bald furless cats.

They don’t understand the quantity of powdered blue we make! Jessie! We need to water!