I had a dream where I lived in Canada but I visited Detroit for the weekend and as I was trying to make it back to Canada for school the special Detroit to Canada bus had to turn around before it crossed the bridge (Woolie was in charge of the bus for some reason?!) and so the route reversed so I figured I’d just go back to my parents house. But it went way off route so I got off and tried to walk there but it started raining which usually doesn’t bother me but my laptop was on me this time and I didn’t want it ruined.

So I walked into this house that had this severely nerdy pasty white kid living by himself and he let me stay for a while. I looked around while he watched TV and saw that he had a ton of comics and weird cool shit. I pocketed a page of a comic book just because it had this slutty chicken masturbating in it and I was curious to learn what it was originally from.

I checked the guys phone and there was a video of him in this cube that had all sorts of nerd stuff on it. Pictures of assorted comic heroes, My little pony and I shit you not, Wolf Nanakis avatar was on there.  I suspected this kid was a brony but that was none of my business.

Anyway I went back downstairs to talk to him and noticed something strange. There were shoes scattered all over the place and every single pair was exactly like mine. Upon further inspection I realized they WERE my shoes. Every single blemish and inperfection on my old shoes was there. 

What he then told me was he was so similar because he was a part of me. At some point in time he was split from me and became his own human being. And then for some reason some made up clips from Steven Universe played.

See everyone says I’m good at explaining dreams. Usually I can tell if you’re afraid of something if you describe it but that’s only because most people around have really simple dreams. But I can never explain my own.