What didn't I dream about last night?
First, I was walking across the parking lot of my usual grocery store when I decided to look at the forum on my phone. A notification told me that some new admin I've never heard of (not somebody actually on staff; a fictitious person) was editing a bunch of my posts and tagging me just to fuck with me. When I get to my car, I found that this same individual had removed the stick for my headlights and turn signals from the steering column, leaving a little note that said "lol."
Furious, I shout some profanity, which inspires an old man to pick a fight with me. I'm mad enough at the post editing, car damage, and challenge that I'm ready to kick this old man's ass, but when he shuffles within striking distance he loses his balance and begins to fall over. Suddenly feeling sorry for him, I catch him and apologize even though I haven't done anything. We part ways and I head home, stopping by my girlfriend's dad's house first to pick up an axe so I can kill the monstrous python I somehow know is living in my house and snuggling in my bed with an electric blanket. Since Amanda isn't home, I decide that can wait and head after the unknown admin troll who fucked up my car.
Intuitively knowing where he lives, I start driving to his place. Along the way I happen upon a concrete building that I assume is a convenience store or something like that. Heading inside, I find a long corridor lined with doors and head into the door at the end on the left. This puts me on the stage of a talk show hosted by Steve Harvey. I play it off like I'm a stagehand quickly inspecting some audio equipment before darting out the door, this time choosing the opposite door and ending up outside again.
This is where I woke up. Took me a minute to stop being angry tbh. Showering helped.
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