Of rats and war

Date: 5/28/2018

i was in a boat with rats like me, all wearing german war uniforms. specifically ww1 uniforms. one of the rats got the boats starting and we headed off for shore. for some reason it felt like i was obeserving my dream through the eyes of a lets player. then i went first person. i looked into the mirror and saw myself. i was a dark turquoise rat with closed eyes and a fringe. when we finally hit the shore, we decided to split up. i intended to find someone. as i roamed looking for that someone, i realize that everhything looks and feels like a cartoon. i was busy reminiscing that i ran into him. it was who i was looking for, a rat named werner werman. as he helped me out he took one good look at me. “Gottfired!” he cried. “is that really you?” i smiled and replied something i couldnt remember but made him happy. he decided to invite me over we had coffee wit cheese and talked about things. he finishes his coffee and looks at me or ‘Gottfried’ and asked if i wanted to move in with him. i woke up before i could answer