I was a purple clad Viking lover, red white and blue flag waving, parade
loving, three foot celebration of a tale. The tale that filled up my
dreaming life was the one told about a lake house in North Dakota.
I dreamt of flying above the lake like a Canadian goose. I then would go over the Canadian Rockies and feel the ragged cliffs under my wing.
Only I was wearing cute little mouse ears on my head. I was told that if I wore the hat my dreams would surely come true; kind of like Dumbo holding onto that feather, I could dream big when I wore my Mickey Mouse Club hat. M.I.C-K.E.Y. Because we love you! M.O.U.S.E. Mickey Mouse forever wave your banner high...then my dreams would switch and I would be in a Sun Fish boat sailing in the gulf of Mexico. The surface of the gulf was not crstaline, and the waves threatened to pull my small boat down. down down. I would be washed away from the safety of my boat... and fall fall fall ending up collecting rocks from the bottom of the Gulf. And then I would begin swimming, at first I went too fast and had to tread water just to catch my breath.
My body felt like a hundred pounds was pulling me to my grave deep beneath the sea. But then I would pray and promise to be a good child if only I could get through this...promising God to respect my parents more and then I would be stuck in a net. I could not get out and as I tried harder and harder the net began to tangle around my naked body. There was no escape...buzz buzz buzz the alarm sounded and I awoke catching my breath.(this is a rewrite from an earlier post on Tending Turnips in da 863.)
I dreamt of flying above the lake like a Canadian goose. I then would go over the Canadian Rockies and feel the ragged cliffs under my wing.
Only I was wearing cute little mouse ears on my head. I was told that if I wore the hat my dreams would surely come true; kind of like Dumbo holding onto that feather, I could dream big when I wore my Mickey Mouse Club hat. M.I.C-K.E.Y. Because we love you! M.O.U.S.E. Mickey Mouse forever wave your banner high...then my dreams would switch and I would be in a Sun Fish boat sailing in the gulf of Mexico. The surface of the gulf was not crstaline, and the waves threatened to pull my small boat down. down down. I would be washed away from the safety of my boat... and fall fall fall ending up collecting rocks from the bottom of the Gulf. And then I would begin swimming, at first I went too fast and had to tread water just to catch my breath.
My body felt like a hundred pounds was pulling me to my grave deep beneath the sea. But then I would pray and promise to be a good child if only I could get through this...promising God to respect my parents more and then I would be stuck in a net. I could not get out and as I tried harder and harder the net began to tangle around my naked body. There was no escape...buzz buzz buzz the alarm sounded and I awoke catching my breath.(this is a rewrite from an earlier post on Tending Turnips in da 863.)
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