Uh... So hey there, subconcious... O_O;;
I just had a dream where I was a reading a pornography comic, which had no porn in it at all just a Neon Genesis meets Azamanga Daio illustrated Manga adaptation of an Anime about a secret police force who's main operative was the daughter of Dracula.
Dracula was the head of the police force, who was a 70s cliche looking black guy who appeared to be the unholy son of Shaft and Wodehouse's stoic butler, Jeeves.
Dracula - who everyone was referring to as Dr Bartholemew - caught a glimpse of his daughter being in danger (with the whole rest of the police force, who's entire job description appeared to be to just watch the girl's missions on big screen tvs from their base of operations) and he got an over exaggerated room-filling-up-with-blood nosebleed which caused his skin to become white. All the rest of his police force 'jumped into action' by ignoring the screens and looking for the pills that would restore Dracula back to health and 'correct' skin pigmentation.
It was high lolzy drama, except the last five pages of the comic were missing and even though it was therapy day (and it IS btw O_O;; I went to sleep about and hour after getting home from it) I had to get up and go look for them in between the orange and yellow vintage tupperware collection we had in a cabinet. The cabinet was a little too high for me to look into but I was attempting to anyway by crawling on the sink - I dented the formica.
Meanwhile my brother was making himself a sandwich with a loaf of bread from a cupboard which was banned to me because every single item of food in it had been rubbed on barbeque chicken and then put back in their respective packets to be reused as was required.
WTF?!
Dracula was the head of the police force, who was a 70s cliche looking black guy who appeared to be the unholy son of Shaft and Wodehouse's stoic butler, Jeeves.
Dracula - who everyone was referring to as Dr Bartholemew - caught a glimpse of his daughter being in danger (with the whole rest of the police force, who's entire job description appeared to be to just watch the girl's missions on big screen tvs from their base of operations) and he got an over exaggerated room-filling-up-with-blood nosebleed which caused his skin to become white. All the rest of his police force 'jumped into action' by ignoring the screens and looking for the pills that would restore Dracula back to health and 'correct' skin pigmentation.
It was high lolzy drama, except the last five pages of the comic were missing and even though it was therapy day (and it IS btw O_O;; I went to sleep about and hour after getting home from it) I had to get up and go look for them in between the orange and yellow vintage tupperware collection we had in a cabinet. The cabinet was a little too high for me to look into but I was attempting to anyway by crawling on the sink - I dented the formica.
Meanwhile my brother was making himself a sandwich with a loaf of bread from a cupboard which was banned to me because every single item of food in it had been rubbed on barbeque chicken and then put back in their respective packets to be reused as was required.
WTF?!