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did someone flip a switch or is it just me?
was just me....
better say something smart or start something new.
one fine day in the middle of the night
two dead men got up to fight
back to back they faced each other
drew their swords and shot each other
live in a dream present tense
write down a dream you've had, the next person must find a way to connect their dream to keep the characters consistent. When the story/dream comes to its obvious conclusion everyone who contributed gets a slice of pizza which will be delivered and served by Salvador Dali who is dressed like the Good Humor Man. He will give each of you a slice served on a copy of a play by Shakespeare. After you've eating the delicious slice of pizza a group of monkeys bring you desert based on the color of your eyes. While you eat the scrumptious treat each monkey acts out the play your slice of pizza was served on. When you have completed your desert and the monkey has finished his performance you hand him the play and he gobbles it up, comes close to you and beckons you near, he whisper a secret in your ear, then screams a monkey scream and runs through the kitchen doors. You laugh, then wake suddenly. Racing round the room, looking for something to write the secret down, you are suddenly over come by sleep again and decide that trying to find the monkey is easier than looking for a pen.
11-15-2007, 12:47 PM
In the dream I follow my teacher to her office, and the monkey is sitting on her desk, munching sullenly on a katydid. The walls are somehow as those of an unfinished building left for years, with rivulets of water running down them, with vines growing over everything. As I walk through, I begin to see that it's being renovated...stairs are being built up where there is no hole in the ceiling, huge holes in the ceiling steadfastly lead to the total absence of stairs. There is dust everywhere. In one room, the furnishings I've come to expect have been replaced with huge, cushy, purple and red ottomans. There is a party going on.
12-15-2007, 12:16 PM
I go out through the french doors and find myself standing on the black rock playa with Jared and Jeremy. We watch the sun go down behind the mountain, all wreathed in halos and rainbows. As the dark gathers, an aurora forms in the same spot. We walk towards it to investigate, and discover that someone has built a city into the side of the mountain. The dwellings are carved into the rock, and entirely covered with ivy. The aurora we see is produced by plasma rising from a set of high-tension wires strung parallel with the edge of the mountain. The lines are wreathed in sparks up to 20 feet long, discharging onto every surface.
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