<<<I'd be more inclined to dream if I just had the floating dreams.>>>
Hmm. Yes.
Seems reasonable.
You need to write a letter to the Dream Board.
(In your case, the Ream Board.)
The flying ones are okay, but they can be hazardous. "Floating" would be better; I don't know how to do that. I start out walking and up we go and I'm off the ground flying and I go Oh Boy! I'm flying! I love this! Yah! Rocket science!
And I still weigh 190 and I'm going up oh crap 600 feet. oh. uh, eee, and oh my, goddam these guys. Where is OSHA? Where's the freeking net? I look down and I can't see it on the gound there.
Plummet.
You have to watch out for plummet.
[That's a funny word we just found there..... "I plum, you plummed, we plummet."]
I hate when you wake up really tired from these psychically struggling dreams; and think, jeez, I need to get some sleep. Because you're really pooped; and need some rest; but isn't that what got you into this in the first place? (I hate logic.) And it's time now to go to work, anyway.
What a load of crap.
Need to shitcan that, ASAP.
I say we flame out the Dream Board, sterilize it, and install some of our own people.
Who should we nominate? Well, it's easiest to start with who not to nominate; like say X The Bureaucratic Melee Person, who gets grouchy even TALK TALK TALKING about it; and JFred, who says he never does any. He's a slacker.
I'd say Rambi; but she can be kind of iffy too, what with tornadoes and old white frogs or whatever it was. And me, I'm always getting killed; but I think that's the Board's fault. They don't like me; I suspect because I'm an independent thinker and have the chutzpah to call them out.
They're assholes. Plain and simple.
I say purgitate them.
It's the third millennium, man. Time for an update. |
