something about a dream i had last night. I don't feel like i can make a comic out of this because i think i'd actually be depressed, so instead i'll put a little story in here.

As i woke the sun shown through the window, my day went on as usual. History, algebra, volleyball with ROTC for about a week now. But something felt of. At the end of volleyball when we where dressing out one of my friends came up to me.
"Watch yourself marcos, your not safe. A demon, he's after you. I'm not sure but you should be cautious."(Demon? Is this reality?) I look to my hand....all fine. "You should hang out with me Erik and Allan today, best to be with somebody."(changed my friends names for safety) As the day went on everything was fine. i went to Erik's house.(somehow a metal transport container was in his yard) Already there was erik, allan and dillan.
me-"sup? all of a sudden i see small flashes of images, nonje of which familiar but all showed something identifiable. One..a male anthro wolf/pheonix thing(he was partially on fire...he looked sad). two. the same but there was what appeared to be a female version of him standing next to him, they where both smiling. and three, a cub...a family...what does this have to do with anything? as the image of the family faded away i saw erik handing me something, a gun? why? dillan started talking."The demon...he's in there." Dillan pointed to the container. I don't know why but i moved to it with them. As it opened i felt compelled to run into it. like whatever was inside was home.....i waited. Erik went in first...then dillan...then Allan. we were in, then allan collapsed erik was thrown and something landed on dillan. (The demon!) I didn't know why at the time but i didn't shoot him( i'm glad i didn't) and instead i cracked the buttstalk over his back. when that happened something grabbed me and flung me to the wall...then nothing happened. i expected to be mawled, to be shredded by teeth ant claws for my hesitation....but i wasn't, i opened my eyes. it was the demon, he sat there sadfaced, slowly reaching out to lift my chin. when we made contact the images from beforer flashed again, only this time they had meaning, i knew how that fit together, i knew why he wanted me. i saw the red lines cross my limbs, behind them was fur that matched his. my cheast started to feel tight (not from breasts, get'yo minds' out the gutters') from heartache, not sadness but that something told me this couldn't be mine. I felt so much, so much emotion towards him. but the it stopped. i woke up....i spent the next hour staring at the wall out of anger, out of hate that it wasn't real, that i had actually felt emotionally broken because of this. I wish i atleast knew his name. somehow it felt so real....why couldn't it be? why does our mind have to torture us by giveing us love then taking it away.

don't mess with me about this....will probably color later
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