WHAT THE FUCK?!

I'm intent on my faux tapdancing, but I've still got an ear turned towards my leather-clad subconscious. "Is this not your home?" I wonder, pausing to peer between my legs at my heels with a frown. It doesn't seem to be working... maybe I needed all four to hit since technically all are my legs?? I attempt it, nearly toppling over, and finish with a frustrated sigh. "Fuck it, I'm not Dorothy after all," I admit with a grumble and a pout. I really thought that one would work. Jimminy cricket speaks up again and I glance over at him, my eyebrow muscles diving upwards along with my smile. "Boy you lay it on thick, don't you... Arioch," I laugh softly before gently testing out his foreign name. "Not that I'm complaining," I murmur, tossing my head so that my hair fluffs up around my face. At this point his attractiveness (or rather lack thereof) isn't what's important - that he recognizes mine, even in this form, is enough to bring some normalcy and respite back to this very tiring dream. "I'm Mandy," I wink in perfect tempo with the syllables of my name, another talent I've acquired with practice and a full-length mirror. I guess if he's my subconscious I'm technically flirting with myself, right? Eh, not the first time tbh. I gasp suddenly, stiffening as I jerk my head up higher. My eyes widen and eagerly I blurt out, "CAN YOU KILL ME!?" I'm pretty sure it's a thing that you can't die in your dreams and the shock of it wakes you up. Falling tends to do that too, so I also turn away and squint through the woods for a tall peak. M A N D Y