A Post Soon To Be Removed

I seldom remember my dreams, but as fate would have it, I got to keep one.
Of course it is strange, and by no means any tool to evaluate who I am as a person, just random firings of synapses in sleep. I just thought I would share it with you.

Snip-its from conversations:
me: I am having nightmares about evaluations
me: but those might be waking dreams that I actually get to experience
Autumn: you should write them down
me: I was at a picknic table
with my back to the group
me: babbling about monkeys
with a fishing pole with a piece of bread on it
swinging it into a black square and fishing out parts of conversations
(I have been hanging out with you too much)
Autumn: interesting
me: then I turn around and find all the people I was talking to in the black square have been behind me all the time wondering what was happening and when I was going to come to.
turned out there was a blue beetle on my left cheek that was giving me a stroke (which was turning my face blue)
and turned out to be a small fairy (it was a sky blue beetle, with feet like a scrubby brush for dishes)
that we caught and sent me on a mission to kill someone with my car: (by communicating through flashes in the jar)
an unavoidable event I tried to dodge
I even slashed my own tires
but the body would apear under my car no matter what I did
(I even recall making it into Sweet Life's parking lot, careful of every step I made, got out of the car and sighed with relief that I had reached my destination sans incident... only to come out of the patisserie and find him under my car again)
it was kinda comical after a while
I think it was a large man in a clown suit
and they said he had to go, next to sweet life...
they said I could be creative, but as fate would have it, his life was to be taken by me, by any means

Kinda reminds me of ground hog day, back to the future, and dead like me.
Groundhog day: with the reoccuring events, and inevitable outcome and having a sense of humor about it all
Back to the future: Fate is set and changes to the order of events can tear the very fabric of time (ha)
Dead Like Me: reaping is a job that has to be done, and no matter how it goes down, it will find it's way to come true
***Ok that was the whole thing
sorry to bog you
Autumn: wow
detailed