Oh shit, I have a lot to catch up on.
This one was from a while back, but was way too memorable.
Apparently, Matt Groening showed up at this random building in my city in the middle of fucking nowheresville, which obviously wouldn't ever happen in real life, and I was going there to hopefully meet him. Before that, I drew this really shitty Futurama picture where Leela, who was wearing an orange shirt for no damn reason, was saying something retarded to Fry with Bender doing something random in the background. Overall shitty drawing, I tell you. Just utter shit.
Anyways, I show up at this rundown building with my shitty drawing and just sit down. Next thing you know, everyone around me starts fawning over how PERFECT and BREATHTAKING my shitty piece of "art" is. Matt Groening himself shows up and says the picture is so amazing that he wants to take it for some reason. I was confused but also extremely proud at my achievement, even if I still didn't know what they saw in that drawing. There was some sort time skip in my dream because next thing I know, the drawing is framed up somewhere in a museum and worth a million dollars, while I'm already on a flight to Australia. O_o This is where shit gets a bit trippy. I ended up in this giant room that resembled a courtroom, with me on the throne and a bunch of people crowded around me. Turns out this was a PEEL convention and the reason I had to go to Australia was because it was my coronation. As the fucking PEEL queen. It was really strange, I tell you. Things escalated when a guy cosplaying as the Space Pope began to sacrifice a few noobs to the great tentacle monster Yivo. There were orgies going on amidst the sacrificing, and malformed fetuses began to rain down all over the whole spectacle. It was at that moment that I woke up, unfortunately. My short reign as the
queen of PEEL will certainly not be forgotten, and was probably the best experience I've had in a dream ever.