here is a sample of one of my crazy dreams:
am convinced that it is inspired by my having watched harry potter 4 the other night.
i had my own world (wow, thats original) that had the geological layout of the portland area, minus all the buildings. it was vury beautiful.
i had to do something, hence the epic journey part. i can't remember what it was. i recall trying to explain it to a man who called me on my cell phone (i knew it was someone from the other world because the caller id said 00052 122) to let me know that i did not have a permit to be in that world, and if i did not have a darn good excuse he would send the monsters after me. well, i didn't have a good excuse that i could explain to him, so the monsters came.
the way you can tell that the monsters are coming is you see smoke, then flames. they set fires about every mile or so right before they attack, which was handy for me who was desparately trying to evade them.
they were of all sizes and shapes, some more cunning than others.
another group of scary beings were the stick people. these guys were worse than the monsters because they were taller than any of the trees, and they had eagle sharp eyes. and they were smart, whereas the monsters were not (i mean, they set fires to warn you that they are coming, thats not a very good tactic).
the stick people had these super long lances that, if they were not long enough to whip you alone, a flagella would come out of the tip and worm its way through whatever the barrier was to get you. and zap you.
then it was time to ski. there were no ski lifts, so we had to ski downhill and up. it was not the type of skiing that you do for fun. we had no choice as to whether or not we wanted to ski. we simply had to. and once we got to the top we would be chased by something that resembled the big white hairy monster thing on the ride space mountain. at least i think it was that ride.
one vivid little bit of my dream was where i found this dog, only it was not only a dog. it was a very big, black dog that could speak. his name was rufus. he had agreed to protect me while i was on my journey. we got along fantastically. until i made a noise and a bigger hippodog came and clamped its jaws onto rufus' neck. i struggled to pull apart the hippodog's jaws to free rufus, but they wouldn't budge. the hippodogs teeth were not sharp, but it sure had a strong grip. rufus made me turn around while he struggled to free himself, and i heard a sort of ripping sound. when i turned back the hippodog was gone, and the skin and fur on rufus' neck was torn. he was not going to make it. i cried and cried, but he was too proud to let me stay with him while he died. i am sad just thinking about it.
sorry that was not very cohesive, it was very much just stream of consciousness.
am convinced that it is inspired by my having watched harry potter 4 the other night.
i had my own world (wow, thats original) that had the geological layout of the portland area, minus all the buildings. it was vury beautiful.
i had to do something, hence the epic journey part. i can't remember what it was. i recall trying to explain it to a man who called me on my cell phone (i knew it was someone from the other world because the caller id said 00052 122) to let me know that i did not have a permit to be in that world, and if i did not have a darn good excuse he would send the monsters after me. well, i didn't have a good excuse that i could explain to him, so the monsters came.
the way you can tell that the monsters are coming is you see smoke, then flames. they set fires about every mile or so right before they attack, which was handy for me who was desparately trying to evade them.
they were of all sizes and shapes, some more cunning than others.
another group of scary beings were the stick people. these guys were worse than the monsters because they were taller than any of the trees, and they had eagle sharp eyes. and they were smart, whereas the monsters were not (i mean, they set fires to warn you that they are coming, thats not a very good tactic).
the stick people had these super long lances that, if they were not long enough to whip you alone, a flagella would come out of the tip and worm its way through whatever the barrier was to get you. and zap you.
then it was time to ski. there were no ski lifts, so we had to ski downhill and up. it was not the type of skiing that you do for fun. we had no choice as to whether or not we wanted to ski. we simply had to. and once we got to the top we would be chased by something that resembled the big white hairy monster thing on the ride space mountain. at least i think it was that ride.
one vivid little bit of my dream was where i found this dog, only it was not only a dog. it was a very big, black dog that could speak. his name was rufus. he had agreed to protect me while i was on my journey. we got along fantastically. until i made a noise and a bigger hippodog came and clamped its jaws onto rufus' neck. i struggled to pull apart the hippodog's jaws to free rufus, but they wouldn't budge. the hippodogs teeth were not sharp, but it sure had a strong grip. rufus made me turn around while he struggled to free himself, and i heard a sort of ripping sound. when i turned back the hippodog was gone, and the skin and fur on rufus' neck was torn. he was not going to make it. i cried and cried, but he was too proud to let me stay with him while he died. i am sad just thinking about it.
sorry that was not very cohesive, it was very much just stream of consciousness.
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walkswithbears:
l7rules:
dont worry ill bet if you have a sequal to the dream Rufus will somehow come back in all his glory!!!! 
