I keep a dream journal, and for the half-hearted urge to write Danny Phantom fanfiction, I’m compromising with procrastination and sharing a segment of a dream instead (which I have adapted from the original half-awake ramblings for your reading pleasure):
Wednesday, May 6, 2020; memo 336
I was Danny. As it began, I was floating somewhat aimlessly through a downtown setting with wayward, tangled streets. The houses looked detailed and solid, and I remember flying past small back-porch garden, with vines climbing a decorative fence. There were no ghost attacks, and I was only half-heartedly hiding from Maddie.
There was something wrong with Danielle. Someone (probably Vlad) was after her, and she had been severely weakened. In order to hide and repair her, she possessed a small object–green, I think; a small bottle or amulet–and with no regard for my organs, I phased it into my side. In this way, she passively haunted me and fed off my ambient energy, and her ecto-signature was untraceable. I could see her at times as a translucent green shadow beside me. I felt wildly protective of her.
(I’ve considered drawing that moment…)
… and there was some sort of mission; I was carrying my two friends (Sam might have been right, but Tucker might have been Carl from Jimmy Neutron, oops) low over the rooftops… we went to this strange place with glaciers like amber, with strange and secret history preserved inside. I don’t remember what we were supposed to do with this knowledge.
I think I bought something from a gift shop as Phantom (the lady behind the register had wide eyes) and there was a family dinner scene where I was afraid of discovery–
and the rest of the dream was totally irrelevant :d