Don't Fucking Touch My Bestie Date: 6/20/2025 ----- Just woke up from a dream where I was on this trip to some building where this tall ehite guy with a red plaid shirt taught us stuff about the building he works at, and made us do a creative exercise (not the Mario kind). But before that, I was on a bus with other people, and they were loud and obnoxious, screaming and yelling and poking each other, when one of the staff said "okay everyone, before we get to the building I will be grouping you all in five groups of six!" And she started going around the bus, letting people choose who would pair up with who. I was the last one to pick but I said I chose nobody, as I didn't trust anybody. She told me again to pick a group but I said no and that I didn't like anybody on the bus, to which she picked a group for me but I wasn't having any of it. Now cue the part where we all arrive to the building and the guy. We were given coloring materials and asked to color in a picture as a group, and whichever team colored the most in fifteen minutes would win. The timer started and everyone was coloring, but not me. I was drawing in my sketchbook, drawing something based on the bus ride here, when the guy noticed and paused the timer, to which everyone looked at me as he said "What are you doing? You're not drawing whoever this 'Eric' guy is, you're supposed to be with your group, coloring." to which I said: "I don't like anybody here, they're loud and obnoxious." "Well that's too bad, you're gonna have to get back with your group now. now give me your sketchbook." "YOU'RE NOT TAKING ANYTHING FROM ME." "Oh really?" " And that's how I got pissed off. Before he could even lay a hand on my sketchbook or tool pouch I smacked his hand away as he now tried to grab my sketchbook, to which I bit his hand and knocked the desk and chairs over. He kept repeating to give up my sketchbook but I instead tackled him and started beating him up. I grabbed a chair and started beating his face until he was bleeding and started to shout for me to stop, but I kept going. I shouted at him that I would kill him and everyone inside this building as now my voice started to sound deeper and more raspy. The desk that he had everything in? I shoved it over and started to choke him in a headlock, beating him and slamming his head to the ground repeatedly. He managed to get up but I MADE SURE THIS FUCKER WOULDN'T STAND FOR THE REST OF HIS MUNDANCE LIFE. I again picked up another chair and slammed it into his knees, hearing his bones break as he falls to the ground again, and then I threw a strong fist to his face, making sure he'll be knocked out for a good while. I turned to everybody else that was staring at me. "ANYBODY ELSE WANNA JOIN HIM?" They were all horrified and couldn't move, which made my job easier. They tried to run but I had locked them in as now, equipped with another chair, I made them bleed, cry, shout, all while I expressed to everyone my sheer hatred for him. "WHY MUST ALL OF YOU BE SO ANNOYING TO DEAL WITH?! EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU HAS BEEN NOTHING BUT AN OBNOXIOUS LITTLE PEST ON THE RIDE HERE, AND I CAN'T STAND ANY OF YOU! I HATE YOU ALL!" I then got up from my little genocide and shouted that I hated everybody, which caused the glass nearby to break as I was screeching from the top of my lungs. Before the dream ended, I recall seeing Lorna (from Terrible Mouse), who was watching all this happen and give me a smile and thumbs up, and told me that I gained her respect, and that "humans are such a detriment to themselves." And when I woke up, I was angry from picturing the man in the red plaid shirt and I wanted to bust his guts open. ----- Archived by Lavie Extra notes: And this is right after you woke up? Jeez...