((Hey, if you slightly tilt your 3DS with the 3D on you get a super cool popout effect, yo.)

Huh...

TWO. TWO GHOSTIES.

Also, I just want to say, I LOVE COLORS! 3D! I just woke up from a dream where Colors had a complete overhaul of how it works, and it was terrible.

I WAS SO RELIEVED WHEN IN CLOSED MY EYES, AND WHEN I WOKE UP, THERE WAS NO 3DS IN MY HANDS, SHOWING THAT IT WAS A DREAM.

TOO MANY GHOSTIES.
Oh wow. xD What'd they do to it in your dream?
HIGH TECH COLOR. BUILT IN PARIS ART GALLERY AND ENCYCLOPEDIA. T H E R E A R E N I B R U S H E S, O N L Y M I N D.
I love that feeling of relief. PRAISE THE LORDS.

Pictures took up the entire screen (And a bit off screen), and the look of everything was made very generic.

J E SUS
ULTAMITE QUALITY.
That sounds like crap. I'd ditch it. xD

Yeah, and it was hella real (except for one part, but I didn't notice because dream.)

Another dream I hand more recently (I think), is where I somehow ended up in a room, with a bunch of my stuff, mixed in with other unoticeable stuff...

There was a garbage can, and a few of my things were in it... Just stuff in a set though...

I'm a bit of a hoarder, and nearly everything has emotional value. So, I got the stuff out of the trash.

It suddenly hit me... My job here is to find what I keep, and what I get rid of.

The cycle continued, of me keeping and throwing away things.

I decided to take a break (or something).

When I came back, more stuff was in the garbage can. This hasn't happened in awhile.

I continued my task, and I began to notice things I never owned. Was that a trick? An offer? I didn't know...

I took another break, and when I came back, that mystery was revealed...

There was another kid, though when he spotted me, he hid, and I couldn't find him... I assumed he left.

I noticed he was the one throwing away mah S**T! After calling him for a bit, which did nothing, I went back to my job.

I went to the other side of the room, to go find more stuff to keep and throw away.

When I came back, THERE WAS MORE STUFF IN THE CAN. It never happened that fast before, so I figured out that the kid never left, and is hiding.

(Just a random note, I only messed with my stuff, his or whoever it was's stuff was put in a pile.)

I called once more, and began to look around.

There was a closet near where I was working, and it was open quite a bit. I peeked in, and there was the kid, standing in the back.

That freaked me out, and knocked me flat on my a**.

I tried talking to the kid, but he wouldn't answer...

I finally got him to talk, and he was a total a**hole.

He kept on saying really mean things about me, and my stuff.

He was big, and nearly as tall as me, but still fairly lightweight...
How do I know this?

I know this because I proceeded to throw the little jerkwad to the ground, after he challenged me to a fight.

While he was on the ground, I went and hit him with a legdrop, Hulk Hogan style.

The rest of the dream was a blur, so I'll just cut it off here.

Anyway, the moral of the story is, DON'T F**K WITH ME OR MY S**T BECAUSE I CAN DESTROY YOU.

Also, I typed this whole thing with a Bionicle piece, because I lost my stylus.

I'm actually laughing oh my god. That seems interesting. I WON'T TOUCH YOUR STUFF.
R.I.P. in peace jerkwad kid. jfc go mess with your own stuff wow.
lmao I grant you a new stylus...it has an alpaca on it

*Stylus with alpaca sticker on it*

I-I can't close this, the sticker's in the way.

*silently whispers*
what an alpacatastrophe