Date: 7/4/2019
By bluebelle
This dream kinda was based off of a little story I made before I went to bed. I was at this prison/ mental ward type place, kinda like Arkham asylum from The Gotham series. I broke out and me and the joker, or someone who was like him, drove around in this car in my hometown and than we went to a gas station and we stole a bunch of stuff. Than we left and the cops were following us and we were in this cool high speed car race thing. Than we crashed and I hit my head. I than got sent to the hospital and they found out that I lost my memory and I didn’t know who I was. They sent me and joker back to the prison but kept me away from everyone else so that I didn’t find out who I was. They thought that if I thought I was a good guy, than I would act like a good guy. But it didn’t work and joker and his henchman broke me out and I found out who I really was. For some reason, we did the same exact thing as before, driving through my hometown, robing a gas station and than we crashed again and I forgot my memory and the cycle just continued over and over but I didn’t mind. I was fully aware that it was repeating but I didn’t care and we just went with it.