TinyChan

So I was running for president and I was trying to write a speech with a bunch of aides and campaign people in this hotel room or whatever. The walls are all off-white and there are 2 large beds and our old CRT TV was on a stand opposite the beds. Some girl with long brown hair from my main opponent's campaign kept walking in and interrupting us and it was really pissing me off and it just kept escalating like dreams do and somehow we end up with the hotel room completely flooded and knee deep in mud. One of the beds are completely gone and the other is wrecked. Now there's some scandal associated with my candidacy and it's looking like I'm pretty much fucked but I'm like "hell no" and the room like transforms somehow into my uncle's cabin basement with old-fashioned wood paneling on the walls and there's a broken screen door separating the two halves of the basement. The water is gone and the mud is mostly dried up so it's not completely immobilizing to walk through anymore. I notice one of my orthotics stuck in some of the not dry mud and go pull it out and it's like completely folded in half. At this point I'm starting to notice I need to pee, but I know I'm dreaming so peeing won't actually work because I have to wake up and do it for real. I go over to this corner where there's like 2 side-by-side tub showers with glass doors but the weird thing is one is in front of the other so you have to step through the front one to get to the back one. Anyway there's a closet next to them taking up the rest of the short wall opposite the one with the lookout and the sliding glass doors. The closet had sliding doors, but those are gone now so there's just the stacks of boxes and junk visible. I recognize the boxes of an old color printer and a joystick my uncle had for playing flight sims. I kind of make up my mind that I'm gonna spin the whole thing as an underdog story of patriotism and overcoming obstacles so I find this folded up flag and scrounge around for some ties big enough to hang it on the wall in the other room that has this old beat-up folding table in it. I start getting my people together and pitching the gist to them but the brown-haired girl shows up again, except now shes some sort of anthtropomorphic human/dachshund hybrid thing. I chase her up the stairs and out of the cabin but she keeps changing into more of a dachshund. The upstairs is a really weird vertical boards-with-gaps cabin even though they look like really nicely stained cherry wood. I go to lock her out with these old-fashioned nailed-to-the-doorframe type locks, but just as I'm doing the last one, an aide walks up to the screen door and I have to undo them to let her in and then redo all the locks again. Then as we're heading downstairs to work, the dachshund sneaks in through some access hole. Basically, I think it was some manifestation of how I sometimes feel like I should be in politics but I can't fucking stand politicians and all the drama that goes with it.

And I suppose that's what I get for reading minichan before going to sleep.

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That is weird. Hail Satan.

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That dog girl sounds fucking sick dude

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Dog in hot dog bun

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