So, I have dreams frequently and they are my main source of ideas for stories. I do have some that really **** me up though such as the dream with Cee and Daion and the dream with Sam and Staine. Last night, I had another one of those dreams that really **** me up. Long story short, I killed a lot of people and I took pieces of my friends and enemies and I put them together as these new monstrosities of nature. I even planned out how I could get away with it. I hate hurting people though. I don't really want to hurt anyone. This morning I told my friend and my romantic partner and my romantic partner didn't care and my friend thought it sounded fun. So that's just great. Literally all of the different jobs I've wanted to have is to help people and make people happy, but no. I hurt people and made them crimes of all things natural. So yeah, just guess my feelings don't matter to my friends or romantic partner.