A MaBill Dream?

Date: 8/10/2016

I was curled up on the ground, my cheek pressed against ice cold marble. My stomach felt queasy, and it was as if I had been knocked out. But I pushed myself up, and slowly stood, looking around at my surroundings. I found that I was on a small round checkered floor in what appeared to be a wall-less room, which was beautifully decorated. The universe was glittering and swirling around me, fluid and in constant motion. The bright stars seemed to beam back at me and I felt instantly better. A tall, pale, blond and slender man dressed in a dapper suit and top hat approached, seemingly from no where, and stared down at me with one golden eye. The other was a gaping black hole, bleeding profusely. He took me by the hand, and snapped his fingers. Soft classical music started to play in the distance, and we started to do this awkward spin dance. When we stopped he had this strange expression on his face and he said something that I don't really remember, addressing me as Shooting Star right before I woke up.