Thursday, April 1, 2010

The Man with All the Answers

I've decided to start a blog, and I must start my first post with that obligatory statement. You know I decided to start a blog, obviously, because this blog exists, and you are reading it. And yet I cannot stop myself from writing this "duh" paragraph. I kinda hate myself for it.

Anyway, I've decided to start a blog combining two of my favorite things: quotes from musicals ("I dreamed a dream" from Les Miserables - shame on you if you didn't know that) and my actual weird dreams. It should be interesting, and it might get graphic.

To start out with, I'd like to tell you a dream that I had about a year ago. I call it "The Man with All the Answers."

I was running down the street (do you like my dream font?) after a powder blue Prius, because I knew that in that Prius was the man with all the answers. I had some questions, so it was imperative that I catch him. Suddenly, a bunch of cop cars flooded out of the side streets and swarmed around the man with all the answers. I panicked, because obviously the man with all the answers was in trouble, and I didn't want to be in trouble by association, so I ducked down a side street to hide between an 18-wheeler and a pregnant cow. And then I watched as the cops surrounded the Prius and shot the man with all the answers. Distraught and knowing I would never have any of my questions answered, I averted my eyes just in time to watch the cow give birth to kittens. Just another question to which I would never know the answer.

1 comment:

  1. I can't even begin to tell you how excited I was to see this blog. I am putting it in my reader immediately.