Ive got one, sorry for the bad spelling.grammar.punctuation. D:
I was writing fast.
I was Roxas, and i was going to a movie premier. I needed a jacket, but i didnt have one! So of course, i began to think "Hey, maybe my roomate(boyfriend?) has something i can borrow?" So i did, i took my roomates greenish blue jacket!Of course i thought nothing of it at first, but then as the premier ended, it began to rain. SO now im thinking, , the jackets wet! Axel will never forgive me! And i rush home, try to dry the jacket. Well, somehow it caught on fire! By the time i got it out, the sleeves were ruined, and the rest was charred and ugly. At that point the dream switched to Axels point of view, walking into the house in a great mood, when he smelled the burnt...something. Roxas was busy trying to hide the jacket and i noticed what had happened. And god, i was PISSED. My firey temper kicked in and i yelled at Roxas for a while. Apparently the jacket had been very important, given to me by a dead relative or something, and i grabbed the jacket and threw it on. With one last look i stormed out of the door, pulling the ruined jacket on completely. Once outside i hopped on my futuristic motorbike and sped off down the gloomy road we lived on, anger blazing. *Our house was small, only one bedroom, living room, one bath, small closet, and a tiny porch out back. We lived inbetween many almost identical grey houses..all grey, even ours..And all the houses were perched on the side of a large cliff overlooking the grey grey ocean. The GREY clouds in the sky were still hanging above heavily* On my way down an old stretch of freeway, surrounded by just a few other futuristic cars, someone i didnt know pulled up beside me on an equally impressive bike and drew a long silver keyblade, much like the Oathkeeper. I noticed this, but in my infuriated state, i drew my own *it looked like axels weapons somewhat*, delivering one harsh blow to the other mans bike. Before he lost control he yelled something i dont remember, then his bike shorted out and he crashed, the man jumping off the bike before it smashed into a brick wall. After that ordeal i put away my blade and drove up to an old abandoned park type area. The sky was amazingly gloomy and fallen leaves where everywhere. The parks entrance was grey brick, with iron fencing on top. I parked my bike, hopped of, and turned it off, then strode swiftly into the park. When i felt i was deep enough to vent my anger i began to visualize little gold points around myself in my mind, then struck madly at them with punches kicks and fire blasts, even a bit of swordplay. I mustve trained like that for half an hour before my anger dissapated! But by then the dream was back home, and i was listening to Roxas appologising, a lot (two words, not one).