Here we are at the first instalment of "Dreams I am glad I don't have". I will describe what my mind magically creates whilst I am awake, thus I do not have to be awoken in a fright.
I am walking along, wondering "Why did that just happen to me?", when suddenly from the tree I pass, which by-the-way happens to be in the middle of the street, a german-speaking monkey start gnawing at my ears, nose, and eyes. While I am flailing to remove this monkey from my face, a large man wearing a tutu over his sweats jumps onto us. Instantaniously I am crushed under his weight, and the Monkey is embeded into my sternum. At this moment I am like "What the ******** man?... I just had some Nazi Monkey try to eat off my face, and now Mr.Hippo here is standing on my chest!" So in being pissed at this very large man I pick up a rusty tent spke and stab him in the ankle, then in other legs knee cap. I also happen to notice blood removes rust quite well (at least in my 'dreams' it does). Oddly the tutu freak is still on my sternum and is seemingly unharmed. If it weren't for the fact that both of his legs are bleeding profusely I would've thought I missed. After he stands there for a good ten minutes he decides to begin his routine standing three inches below my trachea. Luckily when he goes to jump , I was able to escape and run to the safty of the arcade that was right across the street from where I was standing when I got attacked by the monkey, who now permanantly resides in my chest cavity that the fat man made. Once I get in Marlon socks me in the face and points to his right ankle and left knee cap, which happen to be bleeding, and have rust near the punctures. I try to explain the story to him, when the monkey wakes up and eats my face off.
And that concludes "Dreams I am glad I don't have.... Part one"
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