Here and there I'll have a dream that is too complicated to tweet and not vivid enough to dedicate a whole blog post to. I know what you’re thinking: “BRIAN THAT SUCKS I’M SO SORRY.” It’s okay, reader, it’s okay. I’ve created an innovative solution. It’s called The 50-Word Dream and I’ve done like four of them, so they're a pretty big deal. Here’s the latest installment, with each dream written in exactly fifty words, entitled “Expectations smashed all up in my face/grill.”
Dream #1
As one of the judges on American Idol (they’re just letting anyone do it now), I was pretty sure that Snooki was going to completely embarrass herself. But when she belted out “Oh Happy Day,” I found myself euphorically sobbing with Paula and the rest of the viewers at home.
[No lie, folks: I spent a half hour drawing Snooki as an orange bell pepper with a leopard-skin dress, but decided against it.]
Dream #2
The Humane Society salesperson promised that Gus, an orange kitten with six toes on each foot, was actually an angel sent by God to release a prophesy bathed in heavenly light on Christmas Eve. I adopted him because it seemed like a win-win situation. He ran away before Thanksgiving.
Dream #3
As Harry Potter AGAIN, my friends and I hid from a monster. When I peeked through the blinds, I caught a glimpse of its hideous form: Priceline’s Big Deal. Only a magical chocolate milkshake could destroy him, but the only friend who was predestined to drink it was lactose intolerant.
Dream #4
I was N64‘s Banjo-Kazooie and I was very busy. Leaping between tree stumps, I tossed pizza slices at a gargantuan blue bull to keep it from murdering me. The bull was increasingly satisfied, but the college theatre company that were using the tree stumps for their play weren’t.
And that's what I've been dreaming. Seriously, this Harry Potter Unconscious Fetish needs to stop. I don't know why it keeps happening. However, I think if I started dreaming that I was Banjo-Kazooie all the time, we would have a bigger problem
When I started reading your second dream, my eyes assumed that the turkey was the orange cat, and I momentarily doubted your artistic abilities. Now, though, I'm just doubting my intellect.
ReplyDeleteYEEE. This one was good. I always have to read each dream twice because I read so fast that sometimes I don't understand the last sentence because each word is so important. Then I marvel at how much you fit into those few brief sentences. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteJennaRose: That WOULD be a really crappy cat drawing.
ReplyDeleteChristie: I'm so glad you appreciate this. :) You read it exactly the way I hope people would read it!
I also forced some of my friends to read it. They seemed to approve but there was a lot going on at the time so they didn't read it twice. Grr.
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