South Park Kyman dream

Date: 10/2/2016

For whatever reason, I had a first person POV dream in which I was an adult Kyle Broflovski, and madly in love with an adult Eric Cartman. We were fighting and he had stormed off somewhere, causing me to go after him--but alas, he was nowhere to be found. So in my search I was stomping around the city, cursing his name. A handsome and very wealthy faceless "prince" came along who offered me the world for my happiness, which I had outright refused--stating that my relationship was difficult, but that it wasn't any of his fucking business. But something was wrong, the prince was beaming at my refusal.. and told me I had a few minutes to say goodbye to Cartman. Who was still nowhere to be found. The next thing I knew I was sitting beside him on a bed, trying to explain what had happened, only to be met with accusations of substance abuse which led into another small argument that I tried to shut down, telling him everything all over again--this time without interruption. I could tell he didn't believe me. So I left, getting into the black unmarked car down the street from our apartment. I fell asleep during the car ride, and woke up in a king sized four poster bed. And immediately groaned, rolling my eyes at the cliché. I slowly convinced myself to get up, and rose to find that I was sleeping alone. I met my prince with bitterness in the dining room, and sat beside him at one of many in a room full of tables (which seems counter intuitive, because wouldn't it be easier to just have one long table?) and sat beside him and his mother as they ate. Staring out a huge sliding glass door that revealed a crystal clear lake on which a multitude of swans were swimming and a beautiful rocky mountain range, the peaks of the mountains still glistening with snow. I was drawn into their beauty immediately, and excused myself from their presences, stepping outside. I sat on the bank of the lake and carefully picked up a baby swan, which snuggled against my chest. I spoke softly to it as it's mother watched from a distance, making no motion to attack me. I forced myself to gently set the animal down after it shit on me, and closed my eyes, letting everything that had happened to get me here run through my head once more. I meditated on it, internally obsessing over the details until my train of thought was broken by the call of my would be lover. I was soon at his side, trying to think of a valid reason not to be. Months or years seemed to pass this way--the only thing that changed was that we began to sleep with one another. From my second day on I had a goal of finding the only house phone, because that prince kid didn't have his own and mine had been either hijacked or left behind. It took a while, and there was a lot of coddling and being spoiled by the prince guy in between, but once I found it I called Cartman. There was a breif period of bitterness, followed by anger, tears and laughter. Then he showed up. We robbed the prince guy blind and went back to living in a much better version of the place we previously were.