“There’s a yak. The thing is huge, as tall as a windmill. I’m asking it about the used bookstore down the street. The one with the green exit doors. So this is where it gets weird….” Larry pauses to recollect the thought.
“Not weird at all. You fell into a MC Esther print. Did you take the upstairs to the basement or fire escape to the roof?” Penny hates the dream game.
“I’m talking to the yak and this hand appears behind him. It is closed like there’s something in the hand. The wrist flicks up and marbles fly everywhere!” Larry moves his hand to demonstrate. “Then this Viking goddess starts winding a old phonograph that plays a song about doing absurd things to achieve impossible things. Oh, the goddess has only a head and arms.”
“How do you know she was a Viking goddess? Maybe she was part of a dance troupe. Would a Viking goddess have a record player?” Penny knows this is the way it goes every time.
“You’re right. She would have done kind of stringed instrument… Wait, she’s a goddess. They live forever.” Larry stumbles on reason.
“Good, you figured it out. Don’t sleep again, please.” Penny answers “I have tried the absurd and haven’t accheived any impossible results.”
Written as part of a challenge details are available at https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/12/04/writing-prompt-189-bonus/
Hahaha! Cute! You achieved the absurd. 😀
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It doesn’t taka a lot some days. 😀
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Hahahaha! That is because you always make life fun!
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There’s enough bad in the world. Best to add humor and wit.
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Exactly!
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do dream some more – fascinating!
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I’m much better when sense is optional. Maybe that is the attraction in dreams. ☺
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The wildest of my dreams are the ones there are only images that words can not be found for. My dreams, even the deepest of nightmares, the absurdest of the absurd rarely can be shared.
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I remember few dreams. They mostly are of things that just are slightly off. Maybe how I think they should happen or want to happen. I miss the chaos of dreams when I was younger
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Meds I take give me nightmares on top of the anxious & nightmares I already had. Dreamland is not fun time some nights. For years, never hit REM sleep, so had no dreams — which is strange too.
I don’t think I’d miss the chaos of dreams unless is was a benevolent mayhem.
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The meds pile anxiety on top of nightmares and you manage to sleep still. I can see why dreams aren’t a happy thing
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A very cute tale. It reminds me of how many family members come and tell me their reams. I love the dialogue at the end!
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It’s a dreamscape picture to me. And it’s always the ones you don’t want to hear that feel the greatest need to share. ☺
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