This was my most recent dream from last night. I woke up and fell back asleep afterwards, so i don't remember all the details, but I can recall most of it.
Someone's wedding had just finished, which myself, Marc Mero, and Sable had attended. We were on South Livingston Street in Springfield, Illinois, where my great grandma lives. Some people were chasing us, and we ran down the street away from them. We took refuge in a restaurant/bar on the corner, which is where 709 Liquors currently operates.
Sable and I got inside, and Mero went back out to take care of business. After he returned, bloody, we realized that he was the bad guy and had killed the good guys, the ones chasing us.
He took us to a house on top of a big hill, Which was old and boarded up. It was dirty and dusty, and there was a big room filled with 4 beds and several slot machines and other types of coin operated contraptions. There were others already there, and Mero threatened to kill or maim anyone who touched his coins he had lying around from scoring various jackpots.
Soon after our arrival, one woman's hand was cut off and a man shot dead by Mero for that very reason. It was somewhere around this point that Sable changed into Candice Michelle. I wasn't complaining.
Aside from Mero, it was me, Candice, some mermaid whose arms had been amputated, a couple other nameless women, and my friend Chris Delgado. We were held there for weeks, as sex slaves, and were forced to have sex with crumple-horned snorkacks, who had insatiable sexual appetites.
Eventually, we were given some freedoms, such as getting to eat chocolate pudding, and Candice and I got to have sex. Something else happened to distract Mero, and we all tried to escape.
First, 2 random people tried to get out, but were shot in the head by Marc Mero. Unfortunately, it was just a regular handgun, not a Badd Blaster. Candice and I were trying to escape along with the amputee mermaid and Zack Morris (I don't know either) but Mero was onto us.
Just before he got to us, there was a loud crash upstairs. He ran upstairs to check on it, and it turned out to be his son (???). His son, who had been held captive for an indeterminate length of time, shot lightning at Mero and then sucked out his soul, allowing us to escape.
Once we realized what happened, we saved the son, who requested that we take him to McDonalds so he could see what a Happy Meal was like before we went on our way.
That's all I remember.
