My pharmacist in Hazbin

 I was called to a meeting with the casting team for Hazbin Hotel. I knew them well, since I'd played a minor part of an eccentric and melancholic pharmacist in the first series. They were very excited and we all talked about how thrilling the show's success had been so far. I mentioned that Damien, who also had played a small part, was a close friend of mine and they praised him and his many ideas.

She got very excited and leaned over to quietly confer with him about something that had just struck her. I pulled down my trousers with excitement and let my penis hang out for a bit. We were on the upper floor of my mum's house. It would seem as if they'd either want me to reprise my role, with it playing a slightly more significant part in the story this time, or to keep it small but also add a new one. It was all terribly exciting.

My Chemical Romance at Superbowl

 I was at the Superbowl and it was going to be the opening matches or whatever they do. The pitch was a park with a fountain and I sat at the furthest forward down to the right, just about two meters from where My Chemical Romance suddenly showed up, three of them, in white lab coats. They started the opening piano bit of The Black Parade and instead of singing, Gerard was playing the bassoon or some such instrument. He did so very poorly. They seemed a little nervous. After they'd just done the opening they told the disinterested crowd that they were gonna keep playing on a tiny stage out in the corridor. 

My little girl and the boy who wasn't there

 I had a little girl who looked much like Ilma. She'd sit on my shoulders as I'd drive slowly down the street in my top-down car in the pouring rain. We both loved going under the streetlights, where the streams of rain were particularly heavy and they smattered against our heads.

I had a little boy who liked to play with small toy cars. We'd play out on country dirt roads, where we'd meet another family who were less fortunate than us. I didn't want that to stop my boy from making friends so I wanted them to play with their cars together, only my boy wasn't there, so instead it was me playing with their dirty boy, like some sort of placeholder.

They had an angry, mostly black German shepard who jumped and snapped it's jaws at me. I'd chosen to wear fancy driving gloves just to get a little protection. When I complained about it (or told my son who wasn't there to be careful), the mother of the less fortunate family was quick to point out that my cat was killing all the foxes.

I wanted us to leave their house and kept talking to my boy who wasn't there about how we had to go around the upper floor and close the doors for their dog. As we came around to the stairs I went up on the railing, as the dog was jumping below, trying to bite at me.