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Alright...ready for part two? I am. xD
Okay, so. This dream I had last night was like a dream within a dream. Because, after the other dream ended, I dreamt further that I was in my kitchen telling my brother and my mom about the first dream. After I had told them, I looked outside. My dad was in his good clothes, walking down out lawn with a cell phone. Our lawn is pretty big, but not that big...I mean, this lawn would have meant that we had the other houses behind ours bulldozed to make room. We had like a mini maze of bushes in our backyard too. And a ramp. I think it was for launching cars. (Just a guess...)
My mom and I left so she could, for some reason, give me a tour of the university campus. Good thing too, since all the buildings weren't normal. In fact, they were built to look like carnival rides. After that was done, we came back home and I started to watch TV. On the Discovery Channel, there were a bunch of bikers playing poker. Fascinating stuff... domokun And I should know.
Soon enough, it came to a commercial. What was it about? The ruler of the world was making a private broadcast announcing the completion of a planet sized, sphereical, digital billboard in space. What a waste of tax dollars. Who voted that loon in anyway? Well, he made his statement using the billboard, course. They had made a cartoon rendition of him that could walk around the entire advertisment. He talked about...random stuff. One thing in particular that I remember was that he pointed to a certain continent on the planet (I'm assuming it wasn't earth I was on anymore...) and stated aloud that he thought it would look better with someone's face on it. Sure. Whatever.
Then, apparently, something happend and his advisors informed the ruler that there were some techinal difficulties and that they needed to abort the message. He gave a pouty look and said, my new favorite saying, "BUT I DON'T WANT TO GET STUCK IN THE INTERNETS!" Ha. Internets. He's redeemed himself in my book.
During the commercial we got a phone call, from some...I dunno, advisor of the ruler who said I was going to be arrested for some such business. Well, great guns, my dad got inspired to protect me. How? By hiring those biker guys who were playing poker. My dad, what a genius. So, now, I've got biker bodyguards. mrgreen How awesome. I think. My friends and I are calling them my biker buddies. I doubt I'd ever befriend someone like that but hey, if my dreams say I can...
That dream ended with me trying to shoo my bodyguards out of my room so I could go to bed. Then I woke completely bewildered.
 Einhaender · Sat Feb 03, 2007 @ 12:28am · 3 Comments |
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