I Had Another Weird Dream Last Night!

So, I Had Another Dream Last Night. Basically, It Was A Dream That Took Place At A Specialized Store That Sold DVD's, Me, And My Friends, Emu Otori From Project Sekai, Scott Denoga From Hailey's On It, Tater From Primos And Kiff Chatterley From Kiff Were Going To The DVD Store To Buy Any Type Of DVD's, Then The Store Worker Knew Us And We Offered A Job There, So Me, Emu, Scott, Tater And Kiff Were Working At The DVD Store, And Then We Used Our Paycheck To Buy DVD's...

Also, That's Pretty Weird, And Here's The Whole Story In Case You Want To Hear The Whole Thing! (I Wanted To Make A Seprate Post For The Whole Story, But I Really Liked It To Be Posted Here, So Enjoy!)

Title: “The Dream at the DVD Dimension”

It all started in the middle of a swirling dream—one where logic didn’t matter and everything smelled slightly like popcorn. I found myself standing outside a glowing, oddly magical store called “Disc Haven: For All Things DVD.” The logo flashed in holographic letters, and right beside me were my friends: Emu Otori with her endless energy, Scott Denoga looking cool and slightly confused, Tater munching on something even though no food was in sight, and the ever-enthusiastic Kiff Chatterley, already bouncing toward the sliding glass doors.

"Whoa!" Emu shouted, spinning in circles. "This place feels like a stage! Let’s go buy something shiny!"

The inside of the store was stacked with endless shelves—DVDs of every kind you could imagine: animated movies, obscure horror flicks, classic rom-coms, cheesy 2000s sitcoms, and even mysterious unlabeled ones that glowed faintly purple.

We all started browsing. I headed for the animation section, Scott wandered into science fiction, Emu drifted toward musicals, Tater made a beeline for comedy (she said fart noises were an “art form”), and Kiff asked where the “unreasonably weird documentaries” were.

Then something weird happened. A man with a glittery vest and sunglasses popped up behind the checkout counter. His name tag said “Doug.”

“I know you guys,” Doug said with a wink. “You’ve got the spirit. Ever think about working here?”

Before I could ask what was in his coffee, Emu clapped and spun. “Yes! Yes! Let’s work here and make every moment a performance!”

“I mean, I could use some extra cash,” Scott shrugged.

“I just want that limited edition Hamstermania Vol. 9 DVD,” Tater said with full confidence.

So we signed the forms (in crayon for some reason), got bright neon vests, and instantly became DVD Dream Store employees.

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Our shifts were amazing.

• Emu hosted “Musical Movie Mondays” where she sang every DVD description in jazz hands style.

• Kiff installed a squirrel-size roller coaster on the counter for “the vibes.”

• Scott organized everything in alphabetical order… but only by second letter.

• Tater set up a snack stand with popcorn-scented DVDs, which somehow worked.

• I was the one who helped customers find the exact obscure DVD they didn't know they needed—like “Surfing with Frogs 2: The Amphibian Awakens.”

The dream got weirder—in the best way. People flooded the store. Our boss Doug rode in on a flying office chair and handed us glowing checks that smelled like new plastic and nacho cheese.

“Spend it all here!” Doug said, twirling.

So we did.

We all raced around, arms full of DVDs. I grabbed the collector’s edition of Meme Mania: The Early Years. Emu picked up a box set of Dance Battles from Around the World. Scott clutched Future Failures: Time Travel Gone Wrong, muttering something about “research.” Tater found a fart sound effects compilation called Toot Suite, and Kiff gleefully picked up The Mysterious Life of Talking Animals.

We checked out at the register and the scanner made musical chimes for every purchase, like a chorus cheering us on.

Then suddenly—the store began to float.

We were on a giant DVD-shaped platform, flying through clouds made of film reels and glitter, as our purchases floated around us in orbits. Emu threw her arms in the air, yelling, “This is the BEST! DREAM! EVER!”

And she was right.

That’s when I woke up in bed—with the faint scent of popcorn in the air and a scribbled note on my pillow that read:
“Come back to Disc Haven anytime. -Doug.”