#originally wasn't going to share this on account of the quasi-traumatic falling out that inspired this

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Another Unhinged DnP Dream???

I’m a rookie astronaut, all suited up in the pre-launch room and prepping for my first moon mission. While the rest of my friends and family mingle around me, my mom pulls me to the side.

“I need to talk to you.”

What? Why?

“Not here.”

We go through a side door into a space that resembles the sound booth of a recording studio. With tears in her eyes, my mom confesses that she and my dad are getting divorced. Now, for context of the thoughts running through my wild mind, my parents (in the dream and IRL) have been married for over 20 years and to me are *the model* for strong couples. Out of my extended family’s history of messy relationships, I could always trust that they would never be the kind to break up because their communication and respect for one another are simply too strong. 

As a result, I’m spiraling at the news that out of nowhere, my mom and dad apparently cannot even stand to exist in the same room together—not even to celebrate their daughter’s massive career achievement. This bomb is being dropped on me twenty minutes before my rocket launch, mind you. Oh, and also, apparently, my dad stole the pair of diamond earrings my mom bought, just to be petty. I am shaken to my core. My mom leaves, and I FaceTime my friends for some moral support. 

And then it gets worse.

Remember how I said this dream involves our dear Dan and Phil?

While I tell the story to my friends over the phone, one of them gets a strange look on her face. In this dream-world, she has psychic abilities; she’s envisioning a new tidbit of information specifically designed by my IRL subconscious to torture me. 

“What’s wrong?” I ask, and I already know I don’t want to hear the answer. 

She gazes at me with a mournful look on her face and tells me—you know Dan and Phil? They’re breaking up, moving out. They hate each other now. And they’re fighting over who gets custody of the gaming channel. 

First my parents, now my Emotional Support Internet People? Guys, it’s T-minus twenty minutes to launch! I cannot deal with this!!!

I run to the nearest restroom and lock myself in a stall to check Tumblr (naturally). The entire Internet is battling over a massive poll post about if they’d rather watch DanGames or PhilGames from now on. My vision is so blurred by tears, it’s impossible to see which option I click on the screen. PhilGames is winning by a large margin. Phil also took full ownership of the phouse and evicted Dan. This cannot be real, but even so, my mind is not in the right place to deal with reality. 

How much time passes after that before the rocket crew finds me is hard to say, but hey—

They still launch me to the moon.