Inside his restless dreams he would chase down and slaughter people, animals, aliens, anything really. Broke into people's houses, peed on shit, everything he wanted to do in real life but had to refrain from due to it being not so legal.

After a while a feeling started to consume him while awake, loneliness, he had real bad luck with that bitch wife of his and left her, not missing her by any means but yearning for connection. Not that he'd actually do anything about that, but the longer he left it, the more it affected him, slowly pouring into his dreams.

All the things he enjoyed doing in that free realm meant nothing anymore, that feeling coming back, scratching at his skin, clawing into his chest.

Then it happened, the perfect person, one who didn't piss him off entered his world. He would slaughter and kill with them, having dates, picknicks, just hanging out. But once he woke up it would be all gone, none of it was real, sleep started feeling like heaven itself, sleeping as much as possible to keep the dream alive.

Walking through the store, looking at his checklist while quickly stalking down the isles, trying to grab what he needed quickly so he could get the hell out of there, then he would pause slowly turning and lifting his glasses.

There they were, looking at a drink to get, his perfect person, perhaps it was built inside of his head after seeing them in the corner of his eye, ignoring and looking over them like any other person, building them into his world, maybe it was mere coincidence, but they were there right in front of him, only feet away from him.