Last night I dreamt I was curious about dating girls, who were in prison.
And I was trying to teach my mom, and perhaps another girl, how to play the game, Dark Souls/DS2. Specifically, I was showing them how to use a bow with poison arrows. I rarely use poison in the game.
One girl was Black. Her parents were with her. She had been at work, released for work. And she was going back. She had short hair. I wanted to ask her out, but something stopped me.
Another girl was a dirty blond, White. A bit taller than the other. And I seemed to become more involved with her in the time before she had to be locked up.
The environment seemed to resemble Dark Souls. And by playing it, it was as if we were in it. But it was still a game, even though integrated.
And I was trying to teach my mom, and perhaps another girl, how to play the game, Dark Souls/DS2. Specifically, I was showing them how to use a bow with poison arrows. I rarely use poison in the game.
One girl was Black. Her parents were with her. She had been at work, released for work. And she was going back. She had short hair. I wanted to ask her out, but something stopped me.
Another girl was a dirty blond, White. A bit taller than the other. And I seemed to become more involved with her in the time before she had to be locked up.
The environment seemed to resemble Dark Souls. And by playing it, it was as if we were in it. But it was still a game, even though integrated.