shanmonster | The Dream

I'm racing down a long corridor with heavy-duty steel plating for floors. The metal is beginning to oxidize. Although the corridor is straight, it often ramps up or down and doesn't stay level for long. I'm rushing along picking up little stacks of cooked and raw yams. As I pick them up, they disappear, and I rush along to get the next little orange heap.

I end up in a small bedroom, possibly a dorm room. In it are

f00dave and

freakwoman. They are afraid, and so am I. An imposter is around. I turn around so fast my hair whips me in the face, and I catch a glimpse of not-f00. He has long blond hair like f00 once had, but it's lankier and a bit more red in colour. He runs into the room and slams and bolts the door behind him. He's holding a chromed dance sword, and rushes forward, thrusting the sword at Freakwoman's breast.

f00 manages to knock the sword aside, preventing Freakwoman from taking any injury. The imposter thrusts his dull sword at me, and I clap the blade between my hands, then somehow wrest it free from his grasp. I take the sword by the pommel and jam the tip between the imposter's ribs. As I shove it forward, I tell f00 or Freakwoman to call the police. I wonder if I'll be arrested, or if I can get off on self-defense. Then I wake up.