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samatethecookieI had this weird, weird dream last night involving me, Sylar, and a book store.
So first off, I apparently went back in time within my dream to panic about my math final. To study, I went to the book store. While I was at the book store, Sylar came in and all hell broke loose. He started going on a killing spree, demanding somebody help him with his "search" for good books, or books for research, or whatever the hell he wanted. After killing this one guy, five seconds later, he picks me to go through books for him. So I'm all, "okay, fine, I'll help you on your search for good books, but PLEASE DON'T KILL ME .___.," and lead him through the aisles.
I remembered grabbing my favorite books, a few random ones, showed him a lot of books on feminism (...idk why). Sylar picked out "New Moon" by Stephenie Meyer (LMAO, Sylar's a Twilight fan), all the Chicken Soup for the Soul books, and a lot of Stephen King books. I was all, "So I see you like Stephen King. I like King, too," and he was all, "OMG RLY? LET'S SIT AND TALK ABOUT IT."
We sat down and started fangirling about Stephen King, and how great of a writer he is, while the lady at the check out was all, "D8" and horrified at the blood he had on him. And while we talked about books, I tried to make Sylar a good guy. "See? This is why you shouldn't do this anymore! You can't read any book you want in jail, in any way you want! If you stay good and just go home, you'd be able to get into your own PJs, sit in front of your own fireplace, and read all the King books you want!" For some reason, he was listening to me? But my dream ended there.
This is the second dream I ever had involving Heroes, and it's with Sylar, of all people. WHAT THE DOUCHE?
So first off, I apparently went back in time within my dream to panic about my math final. To study, I went to the book store. While I was at the book store, Sylar came in and all hell broke loose. He started going on a killing spree, demanding somebody help him with his "search" for good books, or books for research, or whatever the hell he wanted. After killing this one guy, five seconds later, he picks me to go through books for him. So I'm all, "okay, fine, I'll help you on your search for good books, but PLEASE DON'T KILL ME .___.," and lead him through the aisles.
I remembered grabbing my favorite books, a few random ones, showed him a lot of books on feminism (...idk why). Sylar picked out "New Moon" by Stephenie Meyer (LMAO, Sylar's a Twilight fan), all the Chicken Soup for the Soul books, and a lot of Stephen King books. I was all, "So I see you like Stephen King. I like King, too," and he was all, "OMG RLY? LET'S SIT AND TALK ABOUT IT."
We sat down and started fangirling about Stephen King, and how great of a writer he is, while the lady at the check out was all, "D8" and horrified at the blood he had on him. And while we talked about books, I tried to make Sylar a good guy. "See? This is why you shouldn't do this anymore! You can't read any book you want in jail, in any way you want! If you stay good and just go home, you'd be able to get into your own PJs, sit in front of your own fireplace, and read all the King books you want!" For some reason, he was listening to me? But my dream ended there.
This is the second dream I ever had involving Heroes, and it's with Sylar, of all people. WHAT THE DOUCHE?
