Today, I was all in a tizzy in my extreme excitement for this, my new blog. I buzzingly texted my self(my best friend) and let her know how great it was... and then she asked me the queerest question...
it went kind of like this...
me: "GUESS WHAT!?!"
her: "you flew to the moon?"
me: "no, silly! I started a BLOG!!!"
her: "wow"
me: "ya, it's pretty exciting! it's going to be grand!"
her: "what's it about?"--(that's the queer question I was referring to above...)
me: "...hmm... I don't actually know... I have no idea."
her: "that's pretty great :)"
me: "yes, yes it is! Smiley face!"
and so I realized... this blog is going to be as roamingly unconnected as... well... as my dreams.
so now to introduce you to the strangest part of my life... (where else would we start, I mean seriously!?!)
MY DREAMS
I'm fairly well known among my friends as a very bizarre dreamer...
Usually, my nightly fantasies involve many colors and animals... sometimes many-colored animals...
for example...
as a much younger individual, I had the same repeated dream for many nights in a row...
as the dream opens, I 'wake up'. I don't physically wake up, that's just how my dream starts. Then, I sit up, get out of bed, and stretch a little bit, getting myself nice and comfortable-an everyday occurrence... next, I kneel down next to my low-to-the-ground bed and bend down to get something out from under it.
with my arms fully extended, I reach for whatever I can get my arms around and pull it all out...
I am not at all surprised that I have just scooped about a hundred various neon-colored hamsters out from under my bed. I stand up with my arms in a big hoop-like shape, trying to carry them all and head down the hall to my brother's bed room. I knock with my knee.
"'Clark', open up."
My brother opens his door.
"Are any of these your hamsters?"
"no," 'Clark' responds, "mine are brown."
"oh, ok"
He closes the door, I walk the iridescent rodents back to my room, and shove them all (gently) back under the bed. Then I go back to sleep.
that's a classic example of one of my dreams. There were circumstances leading up to this-four family pet hamsters that kept escaping... but that's not the point. The peculiarity of my dreams is. They're generally pretty heavily influenced by my daily dessert of a small bowl of ice cream--sweet ambrosia from above.
So, for today's moral of the story:
sugar before bed always helps a child's imagination.
You're so very welcome,
Signed, (not you)
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