Based on a real dream I had about Zootopia.
The only canon character in it was fucking Bellwether, of all people
What I remember is I lived in some sort of Zootopian commune-like place, dorms, on-site work, etc. College-style dining hall to eat, meet, and mingle.
I got up in the morning and had hot fresh waffles and some other delicious shit. Probably best part of the dream.
After work I was walking around in the town and saw Miss Race-Baiter sneakin around and followed her to her apartment. Apparently in this universe I was either a vigilante or an asshole. Anyway I find out she's ordered a cell phone (for no-doubt-nefarious purposes), and hide the package before she can get it, warning her I know she's up to some shit.
A few days later, in the early, brisk hours of the morning, I'm driving with some friends with the windows down and some homeless lady with heavy rags obscuring her face starts walking alongside the car. My friend leans over to show me his phone and the homeless lady reaches in the window and snatches his phone (and the driver's) and bolts. We hop out of the car and a police car is like right behind us so we flag it down and while my comrades start relaying information I run the direction I saw the homeless lady booking it. I shortly realize it's the direction towards Bellwether's apartment.
I sneak/break inside and wait at the doorway to the kitchen. Soon Bellwether strolls in wearing an oversized bathrobe and holding coffee and looking not at all surprised to see me again.
I tell her to give back the phones and she casually returns them, but asks for something in return: her phone, of course. She did pay for it.
So I say whatever and return her mail-order package from where I hid it: on the top of her fridge. It wasn't even hidden, I just knew she was too short to see it.
The dream ends shortly afterwards, when I tell her I'll be watching her, and her inviting me to come by again
The only canon character in it was fucking Bellwether, of all people
What I remember is I lived in some sort of Zootopian commune-like place, dorms, on-site work, etc. College-style dining hall to eat, meet, and mingle.
I got up in the morning and had hot fresh waffles and some other delicious shit. Probably best part of the dream.
After work I was walking around in the town and saw Miss Race-Baiter sneakin around and followed her to her apartment. Apparently in this universe I was either a vigilante or an asshole. Anyway I find out she's ordered a cell phone (for no-doubt-nefarious purposes), and hide the package before she can get it, warning her I know she's up to some shit.
A few days later, in the early, brisk hours of the morning, I'm driving with some friends with the windows down and some homeless lady with heavy rags obscuring her face starts walking alongside the car. My friend leans over to show me his phone and the homeless lady reaches in the window and snatches his phone (and the driver's) and bolts. We hop out of the car and a police car is like right behind us so we flag it down and while my comrades start relaying information I run the direction I saw the homeless lady booking it. I shortly realize it's the direction towards Bellwether's apartment.
I sneak/break inside and wait at the doorway to the kitchen. Soon Bellwether strolls in wearing an oversized bathrobe and holding coffee and looking not at all surprised to see me again.
I tell her to give back the phones and she casually returns them, but asks for something in return: her phone, of course. She did pay for it.
So I say whatever and return her mail-order package from where I hid it: on the top of her fridge. It wasn't even hidden, I just knew she was too short to see it.
The dream ends shortly afterwards, when I tell her I'll be watching her, and her inviting me to come by again
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