02-19-2015, 08:21 AM
The figure continued to chase after him. As Adam was beginning to near the track field of the park, it was there he would feel the full weight of being tackled and rammed hard into the ground. Fortunately for him, the grass was wet and soft, but the figure chuckled a bit deeply.
"Touchdown!" He yelled as the environment around Adam was seemingly darkening away. "See the way your faggot ass fall down like that?" Kris had finally revealed himself, but he was drastically different. He was as tall and just as buff, if not a bit more, as Adam usually was. His hair had left from a medium light brown to a blonde. There was a bit of a goatee forming on his face even. In this dream, rather than appearing as the athlete who enjoyed Baseball, it was clear from Kris's getup -the black hoodie, silver gym shorts, black socks that were stretched up near his calves and cleats complete with a visor fixed upside down and backwards on his head- that this was a male that enjoyed playing Rugby or in their country's technical term for it, Football. "What's wrong with you? Can't take a hit?" He said waiting for Adam to get up all while lighting a cigarette as he took a seat on a bench. "Come sit next to your bro. We have a lot to look at with your life in just a small course of an hour and twenty minutes."
In this dream, Adam had free reign again of course, but how was this dream going to play out he was certain the male was beginning to ask himself among other things. For Kris, this was a probing session. It was time to see why Adam was the jerk he truly was to everyone. Was Kris his first victim or were there more? There clearly had to be an exact reason as to why Adam had this learned behavior and it was time for his "best friend" to make sure Adam got all the help he needed. In his dreams at least.
"Touchdown!" He yelled as the environment around Adam was seemingly darkening away. "See the way your faggot ass fall down like that?" Kris had finally revealed himself, but he was drastically different. He was as tall and just as buff, if not a bit more, as Adam usually was. His hair had left from a medium light brown to a blonde. There was a bit of a goatee forming on his face even. In this dream, rather than appearing as the athlete who enjoyed Baseball, it was clear from Kris's getup -the black hoodie, silver gym shorts, black socks that were stretched up near his calves and cleats complete with a visor fixed upside down and backwards on his head- that this was a male that enjoyed playing Rugby or in their country's technical term for it, Football. "What's wrong with you? Can't take a hit?" He said waiting for Adam to get up all while lighting a cigarette as he took a seat on a bench. "Come sit next to your bro. We have a lot to look at with your life in just a small course of an hour and twenty minutes."
In this dream, Adam had free reign again of course, but how was this dream going to play out he was certain the male was beginning to ask himself among other things. For Kris, this was a probing session. It was time to see why Adam was the jerk he truly was to everyone. Was Kris his first victim or were there more? There clearly had to be an exact reason as to why Adam had this learned behavior and it was time for his "best friend" to make sure Adam got all the help he needed. In his dreams at least.