The Tale of Gura And The Fire
Inspred by: A midautumn dream.
It was a strange world. In the middle of Ancient Rome there was a Harry Potter-themed pub.
What's more, this was all an area themed after a series that was apparently pretty popular in that world.
It was similar to Re:Zero in our world, but the main character woke up in Ancient Rome, not another world, and then lived in the ancient Roman Empire.
Then, season 3 had to do with some magic things with this Harry Potter-themed pub which eventually led to their arriving in Egypt, where something with aliens happened, especially in seasons 4 and 5.
In any case, apparently, "I", and Gura had visited this pub. Someone else was there, but I can't quite remember. It must've had to do with the reason we were there, but I can't quite remember... How strange.
Gura felt like a friend, by all means.
I will never find out what happened that day.
Why? You may ask.
We were planning on using a truck that looked like it belonged in Scooby Doo to get away to another place. It was a colorful city we could visualize very clearly, full of lights that looked out of this world, but the truck had no gas.
Gura then suddenly lit up a giant blue fire and got inside the truck's engine compartment (which was apparently in the back) to give the engine life again.
However, she got stuck. She could not get out.
I called the police officer, a cartoon-looking and acting police officer to come help, but he refused to come and laughed.
Haha... We called Cover and told them to "convince" the police to help us (also known as intimidation).
At this point, briefly, my first perspective switches to observing the conversation between the police officer and someone I intuitively knew was a "talent manager", known as A-chan.
A-chan tells the police officer to go and help because Gura is someone important.
The thought of having to deal with the police, however, suddenly annoys me, and Gura, which has been trying to get out in various ways in the meantime, actually, miraculously succeeds.
Then, the dream ends-
"WHAT?"
We will never know what truly happened that day... What happened at the Harry Potter-themed pub... Who did we talk with... Where were we going... Why do I remember grandma taking part... What happened with the Ancient Egyptian Aliens... and so on.
What did I learn?
Trust Gura, Obama, and thyneself, and let all tension relax. Don't hesitate to dream big, I suppose.
