I don't know how to explain this, but I had a weird.. heartwarming and dramatic dream last night..
I barely remember it, but I'm planning on drawing out the most prominent part, that being a few.. ehh.. strange things.
Nothing sexual, thank goodness.
I remember running through a dark hallway, pistol in hand.. I was escaping from a few Mortys of the Citadel apparently, barely dodging their laser guns' shots.
I was grazed by a few, hissing in pain once I found a hiding place. The pain felt real, as did the blood on my hand and I could hear others approaching. The sound of their heavy boots, the stretching of the fabric and their clothing, and even the clinking and jangling of their badges was amazingly clear.
I can remember making a mad dash toward a balcony, meeting up with a Rick with his Morty. Most likely C-137. Our eyes connected for a brief moment until I was yanked around to face another Morty, a crazed look in his eyes, pupils almost nonexistent they were so contracted. It turned into a mess of swinging fists, kicking legs and it escalated to where the Morty lunged for my pistol, ripped it from my hand and aimed it at my chest. He took a shot and I moved just in time only to have it graze my side. I nearly doubled over, but saw him aiming for a second shot. Fucker took the chance and shot through the top of my hand through my palm.. I shot up and he kicked me back, turning this into a scuffle, straddling my lap and landing a few punches onto my cheek. I wasn't going down without a fight. I grabbed his wrist just as he aimed the gun at my head and angled it so it shot into the ceiling. I twisted his wrist, hearing it crack and tried to wrestle it away from him. I kicked him off, sending him toppling over onto his side and he dropped the gun, the thing skidding a few feet away. Just as I was getting up, he swiped a piece of rubble off the floor and swung at me, slicing my forearm open from elbow to wrist. In a last attempt to get the better of him, I made an all too clumsy B line for the gun, turned around on my back just as he was about to stab me with the piece of rubble and shot, point blank to his forehead... It was a motherfucking bloodbath, and I could hear, see and smell everything. It was almost a lucid dream
It didn't end there, though...
I stood shakily and looked over the Morty's body, stomach heaving and dropped the gun. I was aching.. I was scared.. The adrenaline still ran through my veins. I glanced to the side and remember feeling my heart sink at the sight of a Rick and his Morty lying there, unmoving.
(I swear I could almost hear this song through the next scene...)
I gave in and sadness hit me like a fucking train and I finally fell to my knees, then all fours, head down, fist hitting the floor as I sobbed uncontrollably. I shifted my weight to my forearm and fell to my side, my head next to the Rick's and placed my trembling hand onto his now mussed, charred ends of his hair... It was soft.. a little clotted with blood, but still... I felt my face scrunch up and a sob pushing at the back of my throat. I remember feeling hot tears gathering in my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. I reached forward to his hand, palm up with the laser gun nearby.. as if he'd dropped it on impact with the wooden floor, and laid my own onto it, squeezing his palm. I lay there for a minute and feel his hand weakly squeeze my own. My heart skips a beat.
"Kid..." Is all I can hear him say and I tried to answer, but nothing came out. (Typical dream being a typical dream)
He began to speak again, softly, tiredly and I listened to him. He made sure I knew what to do, telling me I'll be alright in his own assholish way. 'It's not that bad' 'Bitch, you'll live' 'Don't be an idiot.'.... He meant well.
A while later with a sad goodbye, I shambled my way out the balcony, back down through the hallway and leaned against the wall, sliding down to sit on the floor. Breathless, beaten, bloodied, I let myself breathe... then the pain came full force. I doubled over and the next thing I knew, I was carried away by members of the Citadel... I blacked out.. then jolted awake...