I really must start a dream journal. If you met one of my friends from camp, he could tell you about my dreams. He wrote a song about them; It was very funny, but i didn't really like the tune. Oh well, i guess we all have our disappointments. The reason it comes up is, I was drinking a soda, and i fell asleep. This normally wouldn't be very important, but the dream that followed was quite remarkable, in the original sense of the word. The dream went along the lines of this: I fell into my soda, saw a very large spider fighting with a kangaroo in a pink and yellow nightgown. Then the spider put on roller skates, and the kangaroo, a hat with a stuffed vulture on it. Then they started to waltz with a prim english butler who had but one arm. This butler spoke only Cantonese, which none of the others understood. (the spider spoke only German with a slight french accent, while the kangaroo spoke only Russian). Then the butler poured us all a hot chocolate, and we all went to sleep in the white house.
I got the Lincoln bedroom
3 comments:
That sounds like a very interesting dream Noah :-)
and very proper too. (Well not the dream but how you wrote it.)
This sounds like a story befitting Lewis Carrol. Maybe you should be th enext one.
Seriously, Noah, where do you come up with stuff? It made me grin while reading it. Definitely worth a story or two if you feel up to trying your hand...
My subconscious works in weird ways that even i don't understand
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