My dreams are so cracktacular.

I mean, for the most part, they make some kind of sense. They follow a more-or-less logical storyline, have characters, and we interact very normally. But they're undeniably strange.

Most of the time, there are the same characters, with some departing after time and new ones joining on occasion. I only wish these people existed within reality. Or still existed in reality, as the case may be.

My favorites are Seth (a sarcastic hitchhiking vampire), Unnamed Curly-Haired Guy (who resembles Abbie Hoffman, looks-wise and behavior-wise), and Unnamed Dark-Haired Guy (who acts like Keith Moon).

I don't really have a lot of friends in real life; come to think, I don't have ANY. I suppose eccentricity frightens them away, like I said earlier. Which may be why I've got so many imaginary ones (even though I'm 18). So these figures keep me company when I'm lonely. It's something, right?

Seth was the first one to appear, about three or four years ago. He just wandered into a dream one day and never left. He's a bit grouchy and sarcastic, but he's friendly enough. He doesn't look like he's surprised by much. (In one dream, we were attacked by zombified rabbits and all he said was, "Huh. Guess we better stay inside today.")

The Curly-Haired Guy was cool. He grins all the time and likes causing mischief and ripping off the government. Like Abbie Hoffman (whom I've got a huge seekrit crush on, I admit). He's friendly and helpful, but he's got an untamed troublemaking streak. Which I admire. I like people who aren't beyond making a bit of trouble just to stir things up. The one boyfriend I ever had, I dumped him because he was content to sit at home playing videogames and expressing his pessimism and apathy. Which I HAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE. More than anything nyan. I suppose people like Curly-Haired Guy used to exist, back in the 1960s and 1970s. But they don't appear to exist today. Nobody enjoys causing trouble; nobody can stand up like Abbie and the Yippies did; everybody's so damn obsessed with materialism and conformity these days (though they sometimes insist that they aren't, they ARE).

And Dark-Haired Guy was a lot like Curly-Haired Guy, except Dark-Haired Guy was much less "political trickster and troublemaker" and more mere "I like fucking with people". He particularly liked explosions, jumping off high balconies, and giving stealth-attack snuggles to random passerby. He was funny. :3

Sometimes I wish my dreams were real. But most of all, I wish the people within them were real (and near me!)