I Used A Pricing Gun!
...and it was more fun than I could've ever hoped to imagine.
so let's see funny stuff funny stuffffffffff
... to writttttteeeeeee.....here we go...about to get funnnnnyyyy...wow it's really not happening.
How about what I dreamed last night:
I wanted to get off a plane and then when I tried, the plane (which had landed and was connected to the airport with a walking bridge) was in the air again and I was flung temporarily into the air. Then this really pissed-off flight attendant pulled me back in, which in turn, pissed me off. So I could still sort of fly (because of the gravity? (what?)) and I flew into the cabin again, which was now a banquet hall, and there was this devilish guy who was trying to charm the entire gala of former plane passengers. I flew at the awful-in-disguise guy, but the flying was really shaky and low to the ground, and then when I got to him, I did a really half-assed job of punching him out. For instance, I'd try to punch him but then I'd finish the punch before it hit his face, so it was like a little nudge at his face every time. Then he pulled out a knife. He let me keep trying to beat him up, but I knew he was going to get tired of this farce and knife me before too long. I woke up when I got too bored with not beating him up. That was a useless dream.
And it was the second dream I've had where I could fly. Both flying dreams let me down, though - in both of them, I could only fly like two feet off the ground and I constantly felt like I was hooked up on a climbing rope that gave me waaaaaay too much slack. And I could never really propel myself forward. My first flying dream had something to do with The Stand.
Nothing was crazier than the underwater-train-alligator dream. NOTHING. Maybe Hannah and Tess are crazier. But they're not dreams, OR ARE THEY?
so let's see funny stuff funny stuffffffffff
... to writttttteeeeeee.....here we go...about to get funnnnnyyyy...wow it's really not happening.
How about what I dreamed last night:
I wanted to get off a plane and then when I tried, the plane (which had landed and was connected to the airport with a walking bridge) was in the air again and I was flung temporarily into the air. Then this really pissed-off flight attendant pulled me back in, which in turn, pissed me off. So I could still sort of fly (because of the gravity? (what?)) and I flew into the cabin again, which was now a banquet hall, and there was this devilish guy who was trying to charm the entire gala of former plane passengers. I flew at the awful-in-disguise guy, but the flying was really shaky and low to the ground, and then when I got to him, I did a really half-assed job of punching him out. For instance, I'd try to punch him but then I'd finish the punch before it hit his face, so it was like a little nudge at his face every time. Then he pulled out a knife. He let me keep trying to beat him up, but I knew he was going to get tired of this farce and knife me before too long. I woke up when I got too bored with not beating him up. That was a useless dream.
And it was the second dream I've had where I could fly. Both flying dreams let me down, though - in both of them, I could only fly like two feet off the ground and I constantly felt like I was hooked up on a climbing rope that gave me waaaaaay too much slack. And I could never really propel myself forward. My first flying dream had something to do with The Stand.
Nothing was crazier than the underwater-train-alligator dream. NOTHING. Maybe Hannah and Tess are crazier. But they're not dreams, OR ARE THEY?
posted by Becky at 12:46 AM
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