>Be me
>Fall asleep
>Dream
>Be me
>Mom died
>Bro and I cremate her in the oven
>She was fat so we had to split her ashes into two urns
>Friends and family come by to grieve
>They ask me to leave her ashes outside for some reason
>Do it, puppy comes by, tries to eat her ashes
>Pet him
>He turns into grass
>Tomorrow
>Apparently I'm schizophrenic
>Friends and family send me to hospital
>Mom's driving me there, so they're probably right
>We get out, she disappears
>Go in, she's back, staff hand me a red boogie board
>Walk around waiting to be called
>There's a dead baby on a gurney and like 4 doctors are the exact same old filipino lady
>Get called
>From around the corner a literal drawing of a faceless man in scrubs appears
>It's Anon
>He's a doctor, my doctor
>Mom's back and we head in
>He sits in front of his desk
>I take a seat behind him
>Fang's there in a business suit
>"So, why are you here today, anon?", asked Anon
"Apparently I'm crazy."
>"Correct."
>He explains that I have multiple separate personality groups
>He motions to his desk, which he's now sitting behind
>The personalities have manifested into tiny fankids on the table
>Mom calls him a crackpot
>The fankids vanish
>Fang calls mom a retard
>The fankids are back
>At some point Anon joined in and called mom a fat psycho
>Lose track of what's happening
>They've gone from insults to backhanded compliments
>Now they're just talking
>Fang asks if she still smokes
>She does
>They both light up a cig
>Anon brings me back into the convo
>"Alright, take these."
>The tiny fankids on the table are now pills, neatly filing themselves into a bottle
>"Now get the fuck out of my office."
>I look at Fang, think she looks hot in the suit
>"Damn right, now fuck off," she says, and flips me the bird
>Along the way run into Schizo
>She's in a strait jacket, glaring at me like I did something
>Drive home
>Get back inside, nobody else is there
>Look out at driveway
>No car there
>Wake up
What the fuck does it mean? Help me.