please don't use bull blood as a gasoline alternative

Date: 11/29/2016

i had and wrote up this back when i was into undertale. can't believe that was a whole year ago. At first, I was making Halloween costumes with my grandmother. I was going as Tsundereplane from UNDERTALE for some reason. The hat was made, but the actual plane outfit was going terribly. In fact, it mostly just looked like a white jumpsuit with wings. We didn't even have all the fabric colors we needed. Our grandma was getting increasingly angry at our laziness and failures at making the costume, and how we kept neglecting 'til the last minute to ask for more supplies which were completely necessary to complete the costume. Suddenly, we were on Minecraft instead, with me working on a Tsundereplane skin to join a Warrior Cats roleplay. They knew I was trying to roleplay as a plane instead of a cat, but they seemed completely fine with that. Also, for some reason, on the roleplay name board - for those who aren't total trash, it's where people put signs up with a profile of their character - I had put my name as Yandereplane instead of Tsundereplane, but I didn't know the difference in my dream. However, it wasn't like the other profiles were much better. While there were a fair few completely filled out, some literally just had their name, and then for some reason, the origin of the name? The origin didn't even seem correct - "Jax (Anglosaxn)" made no sense at all, and there was also one named Billy which claimed the name was from Slovakia. My sister was there too, and her profile was also pretty bad. It was just the words "IT'S FRISK!" spread across multiple signs, in bold purple and blue text. She was roleplaying as Frisk from UNDERTALE, of course. Then, for some reason, my sister started giving out cat designs to the other people. The game glitched out and it didn't work, but the others appreciated the thought anyway. But then it was back to real life, and we didn't have much more time at our grandparents'. So, because I knew I couldn't finish the Tsundereplane costume in time, I decided that I would dress as Celia from Awful Hospital instead, except really lazily I guess. We went off to buy a hat in the right shape and spray-paint it purple, and I have no idea where we got the feather. However, we didn't even finish that costume, because before we knew it, it was time to go home. They were going to drive me to meet up with my dad so I could go home for the weekend… I thought it was real at that point, I'm really at my grandparents', and I really have to go home on the day I'm writing this. Because my dad had to work 11 AM to 7 PM, we went out really late. I don't really remember most of the driving trip, though we stopped at a little park-like area, which I didn't recognize. There were kids on the sidelines running around, probably having a birthday party, and my dad called me to talk about my week. I spent most of the phone call complaining about how awful my Halloween was - everything I said was real, once again. I complained about how birthday party-goers had it easy compared to people who were supposedly too old to go trick-or-treating, and my dad said that I should call birthday party-goers "polkers". That's when I realized my dad was sitting on the bench beside me this whole time, and he called me on the phone because he wanted to see how long it'd take before I noticed, and he didn't know where my sister was (she was right beside me in the car.) So we were about to get into his new car, but he told us to stop. Apparently, this truck ran on bull blood, put in through the funnel on the back. There was only room for two people in the front of the car, and putting a person in the back underneath the spot with the funnel would somehow mess with the car, due to human perspiration or something. He didn't really explain it that well. He went on to explain that sitting in the back would make you sad anyway, and demonstrated by drawing a picture of two happy people sitting in the front of the car with somebody else sitting down and sulking while in the back. Basically, we couldn't be sent home thanks to his car running on bull blood. Next thing we knew, the drawing of the sulking child in the car became a massively viral meme. I have no idea how, as I don't remember posting it online anywhere, but it was extremely popular. People were making parodies of it without realizing that I was partially responsible for it, and without knowing that it was literally about a car that ran on gallons of bull blood that made people sitting in the back get depressed. Oh, and then there was this awful minion version of it - two minions sitting happily in the front, with one sitting in the back, which was full of Minions-brand milk, which is apparently a thing in my dreams and I wish it was not. It was an advertisement, and the tagline said something along the lines of "this minion is sad because it can't drink any Minions™ brand milk". I just wondered if they knew they were making an advertisement for a children's product based off a car that ran on blood, and then I finally woke up - thank god. I never want minions to appear in my dreams ever again. Once is too many times.