Zkribbler
Deity
Here we discuss our sleeping dreams.
Dream 1: I was a guest on a TV chat show. One of the other guests went into a meltdown over the Erie Canal. "Who is responsible for building that monstrosity?!" he bellowed. "It was Teddy Roosevelt, Governor of New York." I informed him. Then I awoke...to be overwhelmed with feeling of shame and remorse. The Governor responsible was not Teddy Roosevelt, but Dewitt Clinton. There was no way I could go back into my dream and fix my error.
Dream 2: I was very poor. I spent the last of my money to purchase a bus ride through the hills to the next town to pick up my government check. Then I had to walk back through the hills to return to my home town to cash my check. In a lonely stretch, I came across a cocky gang of thugs. I saw that their leader carried a knife with a 6-inch blade. He begins to spout a pseudo-biblical diatribe like Jules in Pulp Fiction. I instinctively know that, like Jules, he will end by murdering me. Rather than react with fear, I begin to cheer him on with great enthusiasm. He is so flattered, he pats me on the back and spends me on my way.
Dream 1: I was a guest on a TV chat show. One of the other guests went into a meltdown over the Erie Canal. "Who is responsible for building that monstrosity?!" he bellowed. "It was Teddy Roosevelt, Governor of New York." I informed him. Then I awoke...to be overwhelmed with feeling of shame and remorse. The Governor responsible was not Teddy Roosevelt, but Dewitt Clinton. There was no way I could go back into my dream and fix my error.
Dream 2: I was very poor. I spent the last of my money to purchase a bus ride through the hills to the next town to pick up my government check. Then I had to walk back through the hills to return to my home town to cash my check. In a lonely stretch, I came across a cocky gang of thugs. I saw that their leader carried a knife with a 6-inch blade. He begins to spout a pseudo-biblical diatribe like Jules in Pulp Fiction. I instinctively know that, like Jules, he will end by murdering me. Rather than react with fear, I begin to cheer him on with great enthusiasm. He is so flattered, he pats me on the back and spends me on my way.