Mouthful of Digimon

Date: 10/25/2019

The dream started when I woke up on a bus that was just about to take off for a field trip. I realized I hadn't brought my wallet and started panicking but my friends were like "It's ok, we'll lend you some money if you wanna buy something", so I sat down. When we arrived, me and my friends went into a giant mall and headed to a second-hand store. I immediately found a display of those little collectable Digimon figurines (if you were a kid in Europe in the early 2000s you'll know what I'm talking about) for super cheap. As I was fanboying and picking a bunch of them, I realized my friends were nowhere to be found. Confused and panicked, I stuffed them in my mouth and left the store. When I got out, I realized the old, low quality paint and plastic had melted all over my braces and teeth. After picking the nasty stuff off of them, I headed to the hotel angry at my friends for leaving without me. The hotel looked exactly like the one where you fight Yuan in Shenmue II. As I was looking for the room me and my friends were staying at, I heard a loud gunshot. I dove on the floor, playing dead. After a few seconds, huge crowds of people started coming out, carrying cameras and signs that said "PRANK'D" (lmao). They led me to a door that was shining a bright light from the inside. As I was heading in, I woke up.