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things could be worse, right? afterall, i could have been born a dream pirate.
“hey, look here! a dreamer’s having sex with a gay pink and purple colored elephant!”
i came running out from the cabin when minna said that. mostly sex dreams are boring but elephants are swizzawesome and pink is my favorite color. we’d been stuck in what mom calls a sex dream front for a days and days already. our dad’s a swizzawesome-nuts navigator but i guess there’s a lot of sex dreams so you can’t avoid them. dad calls it being “stuck in spunk” but my mom says that’s not nice and call it a sex dream front, please, ladies.
me and minna watched the elephant for a while. he was a sweet little elephant, with a funny sort of embarassed expression. he looked like he was trying to ride a tricycle! i have a tricycle which is red and has a horn on it. dad got it for me from a dream some old guy was having so it is very old fashioned. dad says when guys get old they stop dreaming about sex so much and then you get cool things in their dreams again like my tricycle.
the elephant dream was the last one of the sex dream front. one way you can tell the front is ending is when the sex dreams get more fantastical, and then the front is over and its time to find a good spot to watch everything. but you have to stay out of the way of mom and dad, because they’re busy. that’s where we get all our things from, mostly. see, sex dreams mostly don’t have too much that’s valuable.
so the elephant vanished, and the dreamer who dreamed him, and we came into the next dream which was a bonanza. a bonanza is when a dream has just tons and tons of valuables, like if someone dreams they’re in a museum it might be a bonanza. this one was a dreamer who dreamed he was some kind of a king at a huge banquet hall. and the part that was a bonanza was these goldren goblets they had to drink out of. but that was the problem, see, because golden goblets aren’t a very good shape to hook with any of our ropes and tools or anything. so dad said it was time i learned and that meant it was up to me to go out into the dream and get as many goblets as i could before the dreamer woke up and the dream all vanished.
(to be continued)
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I love it! Good luck with the goblets!
Comment by Che April 9, 2008 @ 2:59 pmMy son in law and I have a pirate game. I’m Captain Terrible and he’s my Matey. It all started when we went out in a pirate ship from Clearwater Beach. We got caught in a storm. Wacek caught a pirate kissing me to save a kid from having to because the kid won the game with the pirate and his reward was a kiss from me. Poor eight year old. The Pirate, my pirate, and I saved the boy! This is a true story. I have a picture of this on Myspace. Myspace is set up with pirates thanks to Wacek. We have a drunken parrot, as well who keeps drinking the rum. Maybe you can get the parrot to steal the goblets.
More later. NChe
thanks NChe. i’m feeling 100% better today than i have been, way more optimistic and just stronger. i totally want to WRITE and i won’t let the ed take it away from me again!
Comment by vive42 April 9, 2008 @ 5:08 pmVanessa,
Comment by Mrs. B April 9, 2008 @ 11:35 pmWill you contribute to the MamaVision project? Seriously, you would be a huge plus for the project.
i’m not sure what you mean by contributing to the project, mrs b. mamaV and i have some very important areas where we really strongly disagree with one another so i’m not sure she’d want me as a contributor and it’s unlikely that i’d want to do anything to add to her popularity.
Comment by vive42 April 10, 2008 @ 12:31 am