Last night I had a dream…
I am locked in a school cafeteria with a group of people. We keep checking the windows and doors because something is coming. And then we see it…Crazy Nazi Zombies…and they are out to get us. Immediately I go into action mode, karate kicking and chopping and beating up Nazi Zombies like there’s not tomorrow. I am the General Patton of Nazi Zombie beating. Finally…they’re all defeated. But just as we’re getting ready to leave…boom…more Nazi Zombies, but this time they talk and know how to use weapons. They immediately kill one of friends (sorry Jones), so I do this super jump up to the ceiling where I use my acrobatic Jackie Chan skills to fling myself from pipe to pipe to escape. I reach the roof, where I see someone across the street has broken into an armory, and starts mowin down zombies with machine guns. Awesome, we’re saved. So we’re trying to deal with this post-zombie world, when all of the sudden…Aliens! They’re shooting us with lazers from thier space ship, so I tell everyone not to move so they can’t see us (Everyone knows Aliens eye sight is motion sensitive…duh!). I jump up on a wall, and in true David and Goliath style I fling a rock at them…and their ship crashes! The world is on it’s way to being saved…so me and my Dad strap on some hunting gear and get to work…
- Fin -
So, as you can tell, I am one of those people who has amazingly vivid dreams, and I more often than not remember them and share them with people who then think I’m crazy. I love dreams; and luckily, since sleeping is one of my favorite hobbies, I have a lot of them.
Dreams are the one place where you can be whoever you want, do whatever you want, go wherever you want. You can be a superhero and save lives…and if you’re into it (rice cakes), you can even wear the blue and red tights. You can see the great pyramids, visit the land down under (Australia, not South Jersey…who would wanna go there?), ski the Alps, hang out in Atlantis. Fight crime, date that girl you’ve always wanted to, fly through the sky, levitate things (one of my favorites), or, in unfortunate cases, show up to work in nothing but your underwear…oh wait, that wasn’t a dream…
Anyway, my advice to all of you: sleep more, dream more, imagine more. You’ll never know where your mind might take you next. Just make sure you wear pants to work.
- Just Call Me Lungs
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