So here’s the most vivid memory I have of my dream last night, though I’m not sure how well I’d be able to explain the context of the moment. Essentially I was Frisk, from Undertale, and the world was just slightly different; I met all the characters in the same order as in the actual game, but the context was all scrambled up.
Also, there were like eight million, harmless versions of Flowey. They sang, and it should have been spooky but it was actually pretty calming. My dream’s versions of Echo Flowers, maybe?
At any rate, meeting Sans again, for the “first time,” somehow reminded me of why I liked Undertale in the first place… I had to get it out of my system.