Read if bored. Had an interesting dream last night. Everything was kind of "noir", dark and deserted. I was going out with a bunch of normies, two masculine dudes and a chick with red hair, she was in a reltaionship with one of the dudes. We chatted and walked around but noone smiled, the vibe in town was kinda serious and sad. It was late in the evening.
It must have been New York or any other big city. It was full of these old brick buildings that are typical for NYC. I hope you know what I mean.
We went into a store with glasses as I was looking for a new pair. The store was flooded with bright, clinical light. Most of the sunglasses there were not modern. They were very small (like the one Morpeus from the matrix movie wears) and most had a red tint. There were a few people in the store and an employee who watched me. I tried on one pair: it had a slim, silver frame and red, rectengular shades with rounded corners. I liked it but put it back and wondered why they had such glasses.
As we got out one dude said goodbye and left. At this point the sun already went down and the sky had a dark red color. The streets were very dark and hardly anyone was out.
So the three of us walked for a few blocks and then I stopped and I explained that my new apartment was here (on the other side of the street). So the couple said goodbye and kept walking. The chick looked over her shoulder while I was crossing the road, as if she wanted to make sure that I would reach my destination without getting jumped kek.
I got in the building, walked up the stairs and opened a door with a key. I got in. It was a dingy, small apartment. Once inside it was eerily quiet, no sound could be heard, nothing moved. There was no furniture in the living room/ kitchen. I went into the very small bedroom. There was a dirty, white mattress with brownish yellow stains on the floor. Rationally I knew it was unheard of to let me move in with this used up mattress. But I'm generally not a person who is easily disgusted sot I shrugged it of.
I turned around and above the door was a long board with a collection of airsoft pistols resting on it. They were in mint condition. I couldn't believe it. I grabbed a small submachine gun and pulled the trigger. PEW. It was gas powered and ready to use! I inspected all other pistols. All of them were black and most of them had clear plastic magazines that were half full with white bullets. There were two berettas (I knew because my airsoft pistols irl are berettas), one was smaller than the other. I checked if the magazines were compatible. Yes, the mag from the big one fit in the compact one!
I knew I had to give them back to the slob that lived here before. But I fired a few shots at a glass bottle and held each of them in my hand.
Pretty cool huh?
It must have been New York or any other big city. It was full of these old brick buildings that are typical for NYC. I hope you know what I mean.
We went into a store with glasses as I was looking for a new pair. The store was flooded with bright, clinical light. Most of the sunglasses there were not modern. They were very small (like the one Morpeus from the matrix movie wears) and most had a red tint. There were a few people in the store and an employee who watched me. I tried on one pair: it had a slim, silver frame and red, rectengular shades with rounded corners. I liked it but put it back and wondered why they had such glasses.
As we got out one dude said goodbye and left. At this point the sun already went down and the sky had a dark red color. The streets were very dark and hardly anyone was out.
So the three of us walked for a few blocks and then I stopped and I explained that my new apartment was here (on the other side of the street). So the couple said goodbye and kept walking. The chick looked over her shoulder while I was crossing the road, as if she wanted to make sure that I would reach my destination without getting jumped kek.
I got in the building, walked up the stairs and opened a door with a key. I got in. It was a dingy, small apartment. Once inside it was eerily quiet, no sound could be heard, nothing moved. There was no furniture in the living room/ kitchen. I went into the very small bedroom. There was a dirty, white mattress with brownish yellow stains on the floor. Rationally I knew it was unheard of to let me move in with this used up mattress. But I'm generally not a person who is easily disgusted sot I shrugged it of.
I turned around and above the door was a long board with a collection of airsoft pistols resting on it. They were in mint condition. I couldn't believe it. I grabbed a small submachine gun and pulled the trigger. PEW. It was gas powered and ready to use! I inspected all other pistols. All of them were black and most of them had clear plastic magazines that were half full with white bullets. There were two berettas (I knew because my airsoft pistols irl are berettas), one was smaller than the other. I checked if the magazines were compatible. Yes, the mag from the big one fit in the compact one!
I knew I had to give them back to the slob that lived here before. But I fired a few shots at a glass bottle and held each of them in my hand.
Pretty cool huh?
