This is a dream I’ve been debating on telling for the last few days, staring @olanrogers.
I’m walking through a grocery store at late afternoon, not a big store but a little one like the convenience stores you kind of picture in anime’s if they were real. There aren’t many people there, and I’m wondering around with a little basket with a few food items that apparently didn’t matter as I don’t remember what I was even in there to buy. As I’m walking down the back of the store where the few freezer doors are, I am taken by absolute surprise by a whirring of enthusiastic screams as a cart whizzes by with none other than Olan Rogers inside screaming. “It’s me! Little Big ‘O!!” With his fiance, now mind you I’ve no idea what she looks like as I don’t think she’s been introduced to the fans or ever will be, pushing the cart. It’s not the fact that Olan is there that gets me but the way he is laying in the cart as though he had hopped in and had no time to settle himself before the cart was moving, his legs were out of the end of the cart and flailing about as he held on to the sides to keep himself upright as possible as he screamed at the top of his lungs in this little store. It was that display that made me laugh the most, and as I thought I was nothing more than a bystander in this odd such situation in a simple weird dream, I am soon drug from my shopping and into the midst of an epic battle between Olan Rogers and this unknown enemy. The weapons of course, are nonlethal in this store, nothing more than air powered potato guns with mushy rotting vegetables as the ammo! We’re ducked behind large cardboard boxes filled with clearance items as we scream and fire at will to the other side! I have no idea who we’re battling or when this battle began, the light is shining through the windows in a dim yellow like orange. The sun has begun to set on our dramatic battle against this unknown enemy where the empty store is ablaze with the colors of flying veggies. Soon it all gets quiet, a little too still if you will and Olan Rogers stands tall and proud among his drafted store fighters with the largest grin upon his face. He walks out ahead of everyone, all of us slowly rising to watch the events unfold as the leader of the enemy advances forth as well.
“WE MEET AGAAAAIN!” Cries Olan at the top of his lungs, in that way he does that is almost too funny for no one to laugh at, but we stifle our giggles as this is a serious matter. Silence fills the room, a dramatic pause before Olan speaks again, a more subtle and normal tone. “Wesley!”
This is where my dream ends, and I know it may seem so silly and odd to have this sort of dream about someone you know nothing of with a story that makes no sense or with people you’ve never seen. I’m not telling this story to seem odd or obsessed with @olanrogers, but more to thank him from the bottom of heart. This was the most action packed weird dream that has made me so happy, really for the first time in a long time. So thank you @olanrogers, for being the person you are and allowing me to come to know you even a little bit so I can smile and tell my own stories. Even if they weren’t real.
