#i just wanna dream about a cowboy frog jesus christ

last night i dreamt from the perspective of a demon or some kind of damned soul that was created when a man, upon dying a horrifying and painful death, also witnessed the love of his life suffer a similarly gruesome demise as their kids watched and screamed in terror. as his spirit was ripped from his broken body he blessedly forgot about the life he had just left, but became a haunted entity in the shape of a man—shiny, dripping, and black like an oil spill on hot asphalt. he traveled the world, slipping from one shadow to another, his forgetful soul forever corrupted and yearning. he was angry and pessimistic but mostly harmless. he liked to prank people but for the most part kept to the darkness, all alone. in his lonely travels he found a beautiful woman. she was walking in a meadow clearing, brown braided hair bouncing against her neck, tied with a white ribbon. she wore either a pink dress and white cardigan or a white dress and pink cardigan, and picked wild flowers. i never saw her face. but she reminded him of his late wife and he fell in love. this made his half life more torturous but he could not pull away. i could hear his internal monologue throughout the dream (he had no mouth to speak aloud but had many interesting thoughts.)

also he had the personality of deadpool.