The dream police that live inside of my head

The dream police that live inside of my head were unable to stop me from dreaming I was an alpha wolf. At night my pack would run through the forest and over the snowy hills search

ing for fresh meat, beer and pretzels. My wolf pack trotted through the wintry dream forest, and then we scented the delicious monkey peeps leaving the crazy dreams of their

past life in the lush green jungle. Being the alpha male of the wolf pack, I was leading the dreamy journey into this wintry wonderland of misplaced animals. Our ferocious appetite

was constant and soon, I realized, yeah I'm the alpha male of the wolf pack, but I am also a slave to my hunger. I'm not in charge, my hunger is. This saddened me.

Famished and dejected I lead the wolfpack into The Camp of The Stranger. On either side the infinite chasm hummed it's eldritch music but here in the camp there was a damp silence.

Squiggy was one of Cthulhu's children, and he was dating a human boy named Trevor. But instead of eating his brains, Squiggy was madly in love with Trevor. All of his tentacles

trembled when Trevor walked by. "Don't be a drip, Squiggy," Lenny said to him, "you're the spawn of Cthulu and he's human. It'll never work." Deep inside, Squiggy knew that Lenny

until his pee cascaded to the floor and a small band of marching mops came to clean it up. Lenny was laughing now, his teeth large and rotting from too much soda. He couldn’t clean

the stains from the floor, the borrowed rabbits accidentally crushed. Lenny's mental health issues contributing to this sorry state. His friend George shot Lenny, a last resort.