White Bridge

this is a story based on a dream I had about Mari Yume while I was under immense depression. What is said is telling you the dream I had, and not the beginning of my story as I am yet to start writing it.

THE INSPIRING DREAM I HAD:  Mari Yume got cancelled for saying the R word yet for some reason everybody still loved her then she got called the R word which led to her responding on Twitter light mode with *Frisk Thumbs Up Meme* and no text whatsoever, then I got sent to an endless bridge dimension where everything was different shades of white and had white fog, like everything was a bright white but still desaturated and dark at the same time somehow. Like imagine white blocks in Cap Kingdom in Mario Odyssey. Kinda like that. There was no ground to stand on except for The Bridge, no life except for me and Mari Yume (who I will soon find)But I was on my hands and knees on this bridge looking down panting heavily completely confused (which yes the bridge was also white, more like a stone bridge in ancient days instead of modern bridges we have today) and Mari’s outline was just standing there  in the slight distance menacingly, despite that, she showed me kindness when she appeared out of the shadows. After that moment, I’m unsure of if I woke up or this next bit happened, but assuming it did, she approached me, kneeled down and held her hand out to me, I looked up at her and the dream cut off. That’s when I woke up.