MCR dream under cut

Me and Gerard were close.  I don’t remember how, but we were sharing a tree house-like apartment together, seemingly thrown together at my aunt’s house. It was three stories tall, and we liked to share the top room. 

I’m unsure if I was his friend, or co-worker or what. (If I remember, I actually think it was because we were working on a comic together) But he was in the top room, writing away at a desk, while I sat on the floor on my phone or drawing.

I was super happy, (And I had this dream the day before Gerard announced his haircut. My family is known for weird things like that, just don’t ask) and Gerard was talking to me about his new hair cut. He stopped working on his comic, and decided to change into a sloppy suit. Punk, but clean, especially with the new hair cut. 

He looked nice. He gathered his things, a book bag, wallet, and phone, and we took a few nice selfies before he decided to head down stairs. 

As I waved good bye, I noticed something in the sky above, out the window, hovering over our apartment. I shouted out for Gerard, but he didn’t hear me. I ducked, took cover, hit the floor to avoid any and everything that came. 

A bombardment of what seemed to be lasers shot through the walls, all around us, Gerard was struck, and fell.  I crawled over to him, avoiding what seemed to be a never-ending attack from what I thought was a UFO. He was bleeding, crying, telling me to tell his wife and daughter how much he loved them

I cried, I really did. I cried waking up. I told him that he’s a good dad and husband, and comforted him until he closed his eyes and died. It was the most heartbreaking thing to see the light from Gerard eyes fade.

And then I was struck with a laser, and I woke up from the pain.

Sometimes, I really hate lucid dreams. Which seem to be the only thing I’m capable of having