I slept in today. I shouldn't have because I had a really bad nightmare! It was a loop of me from the perspective of various cartoon characters getting brutally killed, either by drowning or a high fall. It was all the fault of a phone app I was using in my previous dream, which I used to do some traumatic things, becoming evil and possessed. I was scrambling to escape the loop, and when I tried to throw my phone away from the dream, I had such a bad anxiety attack it felt real! It felt so scary in the moment I don't wanna go back to bed today!
I had a very strange dream. Doc Scratch was in it. He played quite the major role, in fact. So there was an update to Fortnite or something that added the Felt Manor as a secret area in one of the season maps. We have never played Fortnite but that is the exact context. It was from Luna's perspective, but since I (Doc) was there I remember all of it. For some reason it was personalized and instead of feeling like a video game it was like she was actually there.
I began apprehensive due to not expecting a guest from Fortnite of all places. Very playful while serving up attacks and traps, leading Luna to a dining table. Once Luna made it, she was seated, very bloody and bruised since it was her first time going through the pattern. In this outcome, she was picked up from her chair, and we had a romantic waltz while she was nearing death. The scene faded out (likely losing consciousness) as I were about to kiss her (I'm using first person pronons very affectionately here. I like putting myself in a position of power, and in this scenario that is exactly what I had over her.)
After that Luna did a no-hit run of the patterns, and I, frustrated, decided to kill her anyway. Before I could act upon it, she pleaded with me - "I did all this because I am like, so sexually attracted to you. If I'm going to die anyway I thought I would confess". Scratch responded by giving us a sphere head of our own, us responding with "hell yeah, bring it on" (This is something I remember in first person so I am going to treat it as such). The game then invited every single person on our friends list to the table, and we watched silently as Scratch serves all of them with personalized dialogue.
I wish I could recall exactly how he sounded like in the dream. I would like it to be mine.