Dreampost.
Last night I had a dream where someone cut my head off.
It was utterly bizarre. I was talking to a girl who appeared to be cosplaying as Cloud Strife from FF7, complete with Buster Sword. I have no idea what the conversation was, and she was doing most of the talking, but somehow it ended up with her volunteering to decapitate me.
"I'd rather not," I said nervously.
"No, really, it won't hurt a bit," she said, holding the gigantic sword to my throat.
"Yah, well, see, when people say that, it always ends up painfully. Why are we doing this anyway?"
"It's an experiment," she said, and cut my head off.
"Bloody hell," I complained, holding my head in place. "That hurt a lot." Like someone punched a blunt metal plate into my throat.
"Wuss," she scoffed.
Dreams are weird things.
It was utterly bizarre. I was talking to a girl who appeared to be cosplaying as Cloud Strife from FF7, complete with Buster Sword. I have no idea what the conversation was, and she was doing most of the talking, but somehow it ended up with her volunteering to decapitate me.
"I'd rather not," I said nervously.
"No, really, it won't hurt a bit," she said, holding the gigantic sword to my throat.
"Yah, well, see, when people say that, it always ends up painfully. Why are we doing this anyway?"
"It's an experiment," she said, and cut my head off.
"Bloody hell," I complained, holding my head in place. "That hurt a lot." Like someone punched a blunt metal plate into my throat.
"Wuss," she scoffed.
Dreams are weird things.