pee is stored in my mouth

my bad 😓

thank you omg :3

was it soup

was it good

i wrote this myself as soon as i woke up. the dream was like way too perfect i worry people think im lying 😭😭 i definitely Added Flair but is a real dream i had

from head to toe we were all covered, but me especially. i couldnt even tell my skin was still there, it coated me so thoroughly it looked as though it wasnt. but the creature was dead, on what grounds could i possibly complain. and only then did i wake up.

and with those hands i tore the beast apart at last. and my uncle fell beside me and the beast's hot living blood sprayed out from its naked neck like water from a whale's blowhole. showering us in metallic mist as red as hell itself.

and as this roaring monster surely ravaged my uncle, by my hand as much as its own jaws, i saw an opportunity. through his legs i saw those last bits of flesh hanging on, and they were within reach. i had no weapon, no axe or sword or any sort of blade. but i had hands.

so instead of taking the bite myself, i found the person standing nearest to me—my uncle—and pushed his legs in front of me. the bear clutched him in its jaws from ribcage to knee, the first drops of blood christened my perfect little face, thin drops rolling down my forehead.

i was backed up against a chainlink fence, and the creature knew it was not long for this world, and set its final sights upon me. i sat there at eye level with it, having done nothing at all, yet i didnt resign myself to death as i usually would. no, i wanted to survive.

most of it is a blur to me now in my waking mind, but eventually my dad had almost hacked its head all the way off, but was struggling with the last stringy bits of tendon and sinew.

i spent the entire time just watching this bloodbath unfold, keeping my distance as the others did the work for me, risking their lives in every small moment.

my dad hacked at its head and it was still going—still coming after the others and either getting dodged or countered. anyone that had a free moment slashed or slammed or scratched at its ribs or spine or backside, but not me.

i stayed in the back of the pack, let someone else take first contact, but before those great slobbery teeth could close around them, someone pushed its head out of the way and it caught only air.

last night it was me and a group of familiar faces, all running from this bear with weapons in our hands. 5 or 6 of us together we tried to get away, but realised we couldnt, so our only option was to fight. my dad had an axe and im not sure what i had, maybe my bare hands.

usually the entire dream is me just running from this inescapable doom, this gnashing carnal inevitability, until i wake up short of breath, as though i really had been running. but last night was different—last night i wasnt alone.