>>5199728You awaken to the sensation of someone, or some<span class="mu-i">thing</span>, digging through your pockets. Ripping free of sleep’s clutches, you send <span class="mu-g">ALLIE GATOR</span> and her growing entourage tumbling to the floor as you bolt upright in your private bunker’s swanky bed! Sensing danger, <span class="mu-r">LIL’ STANLEY’S</span> blurry form scurries away from your hip with a bag of <span class="mu-g">PICKLE CHIPS</span> hanging from her jaws! Little <span class="mu-i">creep</span>!
Stumbling after her in a daze, you completely misjudge how much space you have as you topple headfirst over the edge of your bed and land in a heap amidst your stuffed animals on the floor! Groaning in pain, you give the retreating form of your new pet a menacing hiss as she retreats into the bathroom once more.
“Good mornin’, sunshine.” Ly remarks with a smile in his voice as you pick yourself off the floor. “You slept like a bear, ya’ know dat’?”
No, you grumble, wiping the residual sleep from your eyes, you <span class="mu-i">didn’t</span>... what’d you miss, anyways?
“Well it’s definitely <span class="mu-i">later</span> in da’ day…” Report your bones. “Not late enough for dat’ <span class="mu-g">GALA</span> Syb was talkin’ about, but it ain’t <span class="mu-i">early</span> anymore.” Borrowing your neck, Ly points your head towards a bowl of lukewarm soup forlornly sitting on your end table.
‘<span class="mu-i">You looked comfy, so I didn’t want to wake you. Come see me when you’re up and I’ll warm it up! ~<3 Kiki</span>’
Clearly. Gathering the <span class="mu-b">STUFFED SQUAD</span> and stuffing them into your pockets, you contemplate your next actions. These dreams just keep getting weirder and weirder, huh?
What’s next?
>TALK TO SYB ABOUT YOUR DREAMS OR SOMETHING!>CHECK IN WITH DENISE ABOUT THOSE LISTENING BUGS!>GET THOSE DAMN PICKLE CHIPS BACK!>WARM UP THIS DAMN SOUP IN THE KITCHEN!>PREPARE FOR THAT GALA!>GATHER EVERYONE TO PLAN YOUR NEXT MOVE!>TRACK DOWN SOMEONE ELSE (WHO?)>WRITE-IN! 