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AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Well this dream is gonna be short.
It was really long, but I forgot most of it cos almost a whole day has gone by since I dreamt it.
Me and my parents were shopping [Oh, yeah, that includes my lil' annoyin brother Jason] in some minimart. There were two bloodhounds [who strangely looked exactly like my neighbour's dog Abby, though Abby's anything BUT a bloodhound] in a basket. I woofed at one of the bloodhounds as we were walking out of the place. To our surprise, the bloodhound jumped up and started chasing us, bearing 6 inch long fangs. We ran like hell, but the dummkopfic bloodhound jumped up and bit me in the wrist. It hurt like crazy but I kept running. The Bloodhound bit me twice, once in the leg and the other in the upper arm till some guy in the woods shot him dead. good riddance.
As a treat for my injuries, my parents built a hotel for me. Can you imagine your parents doing that in real life?!
We went to the hotel where my cousin was holding her wedding. It was an underground hotel, i.e. a hotel underground, i.e. a hotel under the ground, i.e. an "under the ground" hotel...
Strangely my injuries gone, I became hotel manager and proceeded to check out all the rooms, barging in on families watching TV and everything, twirling a THIMBLE around my thumb. I took two soap bottles from one toilet with me...
Well I went around with a gong waking up everyone [BANG BANG "Rise and shine, mate! Wedding time!"] and we went to see our cousins wedding.
Well, sadly the wedding got interrupted by a big sea monster that ate the bride and groom up and sent us scattering.
The End.
It was really long, but I forgot most of it cos almost a whole day has gone by since I dreamt it.
Me and my parents were shopping [Oh, yeah, that includes my lil' annoyin brother Jason] in some minimart. There were two bloodhounds [who strangely looked exactly like my neighbour's dog Abby, though Abby's anything BUT a bloodhound] in a basket. I woofed at one of the bloodhounds as we were walking out of the place. To our surprise, the bloodhound jumped up and started chasing us, bearing 6 inch long fangs. We ran like hell, but the dummkopfic bloodhound jumped up and bit me in the wrist. It hurt like crazy but I kept running. The Bloodhound bit me twice, once in the leg and the other in the upper arm till some guy in the woods shot him dead. good riddance.
As a treat for my injuries, my parents built a hotel for me. Can you imagine your parents doing that in real life?!
We went to the hotel where my cousin was holding her wedding. It was an underground hotel, i.e. a hotel underground, i.e. a hotel under the ground, i.e. an "under the ground" hotel...
Strangely my injuries gone, I became hotel manager and proceeded to check out all the rooms, barging in on families watching TV and everything, twirling a THIMBLE around my thumb. I took two soap bottles from one toilet with me...
Well I went around with a gong waking up everyone [BANG BANG "Rise and shine, mate! Wedding time!"] and we went to see our cousins wedding.
Well, sadly the wedding got interrupted by a big sea monster that ate the bride and groom up and sent us scattering.
The End.
Wow. For once me and my superscanner eyes can detect no sacarsm in this passage...
BEEP BEEP sacarsm detected...
>>Forgotten by03:41
