February 12, 2010
The Dream
I have a friend who has a boyfriend. A boyfriend who dreams. And shares those dreams with her. In writing.
Stupid boy.
Luckily, he barely knows who I am, let alone my secret identity, so it's safe to share it here with all of you.
Enjoy.
So last night I dreamt that I was at Bristol Ren Fair, with my family, and I got really tired of waiting around with them to do something, so I wandered off into a shop that was in the center of the fair that looked like an old farm house. I went inside and it was kind of like a sterotypical movie like Moroccan street market. I was wandering round through it and I ran into you and your mom and dad and sister.
No, English is not his second language. But I believe Runonsentence is his first language.
You were wearing a costume, but it was kind of weird...blousy pants and boots, and then a blousy top with a half-corset sort of thing on the outside. The top was very gauzy, and I could see all of your nubbly bits. Which was really cool.
Nubbly bits?
But you were annoyed at me, because I was wearing my video camera hat and was threatening to post video of you onto YouTube as soon as I got back.
Oh, irony.
So we all went walking as a group, and we suddenly were in another part of the field, and there were all of these mini-tornados all around us. You could walk through them, and they would kind of break up and fall apart, and it tickled. So we did this for a while, until I spotted this GIANT tornado heading right for us.
I think this part is a premonition that his ridiculous dream will get posted on the internet, and he won't be able to escape the embarassment.
We started to run, but the tornado kept chasing us, so finally I grabbed your hand and dragged you under a building and then the tornado whipped through the building and ripped it off of us, but I was holding onto you and some floor joists to keep us from going up into the tornado, but unfortunately it did rip your shirt off,...
Oh, of course it did. How unfortunate.
...so you were topless and that was really cool because to hold onto you and the floor joists I had to bury my face in your chest, but you were all annoyed that your shirt got ripped off, but somehow my hat video camera stayed on my head, and that didn't make any sense, and I agreed, and thats when I woke up.
Woke up and decided it would be a really good idea to commit this to email and send it along.
You know, if it wasn't for most people in the world being completely out of their minds, I wouldn't even have a blog.
Thank you, people! You make it almost worthwhile to have to put up with you when I'm not blogging!