8-Inside of my glorious mind

[amansgottadowhat]

Unidentifiable foes, although there is a suspiciously familiar lab coat and goggles adorning one of them, lie at his feet, defeated, perhaps unconscious, perhaps without a pulse any longer.

But he is in a lovely stereotypical flower-filled field, surrounded by women at his arms, and lots of celebration going on and a parade, for him, in the background. You can tell it's for him because of his face being plastered everywhere.

[OoC: Sorry for late! Do whatever, say whatever, whoever is welcome.]

Comments

[horrible-protag.livejournal.com]

No definition that would be shared with you, presumably. "I think that several aspects of this could be defined as nice. Very nice, even."

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

Carl shakes his head and turns away, eager to move on to someone else's dream. "Do enjoy it, then."

[horrible-protag.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I shall. Very much indeed." Especially once you leave.

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

Well, fine. Carl makes his way to the next dream, hoping it's his own--or at least a nicer one than this.