So yeah, my roommate loves Seinfeld. No , you don’t even know. I have posters of Jerry and kramer in my room, top that!
Okay so I woke this morning, and immediately wrote down what I dreamed about the previous night (in an attempt to become a lucid dreamer.) This is what I wrote down:
Okay so the joker was trying to make a u-turn at an intersection but on the way into the gated community, he hits another batman villain, which cause him to get into an altercation with random villains and the police. Apparently his monocles are coated with a drug to keep the Joker from feeling excruciating pain all the time.He is quickly beaten and mortally wounded but manages to escape. He spends the rest of his life taking his sunglasses and tricking other people to wear them, implanting his will an identity in a significant number of people that the world reorganizes into different zones (For some reason Stewie Griffin is on the Antarctic football team). Africa is now a major political hub. Then there is a story about how a man took a loan from a church, but then gave it all away to some needy people and the church revoked the loan.While most people are inspired by this event, one man (who is a reincarnation of the joker in a way) kinda of scowls at this an says it shouldn’t of happened. Then somehow, he tells someone about how he changed the world and the other man understands it. Then it shifts to the Democratic National Convention when I manage to pass through the door. I’m eating breakfast and offer a girl something which she interprets in a good way, reciprocating by buying me some legit breakfast. A guy goes downstairs and walks back upstairs, using the convention stairs, sometimes surrounded by other people but sometimes alone. The girl walks upstairs as well. Suddenly, there is a loud beeping from the door as someone forgets to show their key card on entry; that’s about where I woke up to alarms blaring.