3rd
A dream.
Vivid since kindergarten, this dream has resurfaced in my memory. As you read, and think there goes Justin’s lies again…Just remember.
1) I’m serious
2) Even I couldn’t think this up.
Onward march.
I am in my uncle’s house watching TV with my parents. I beg my uncle to let us change it to wrestling (WWF(E)). He obliges, interesting because he DESPISES wrestling. So we flip it over, and at that moment I am transported through the TV into the stadium. At this point it’s all first person view, while before it was third person. So I’m kind of floating above the wrestling ring like a blimp would a football game, and the match below is a normal-looking woman fighting an Asian martial artist. As you might think, the woman is getting destroyed. As she is almost down for the count, my grandmother rushes to the ring from the crowd and starts massaging the ailing woman’s shoulders. This seems to spark life into the woman and she quickly disposes of her foe.
It is a tournament type event, because after she wins, entrance music for the next challenger starts. The entrance music is that famous creepy organ music, and Dracula emerges from backstage. As he’s walking toward the ring, I see my grandfather at ringside playing a toy wrestling rings “ropes” like a guitar. My grandmother flees the ring leaving the woman helpless as the vampire bites her neck. Match over…
Now I’m watching a mud monster fight The Creature From the Black Lagoon. It’s a even match, but the mud monster wins in the end. I’m then transported into the mud monster’s locker room and see The Creature From the Black Lagoon’s head on a stake. I see other victims of the mud monster, each with head removed onto a stake. Fear grips me as I hear the mud monster coming into the locker room. I look to my left. A Dalmatian head.
Fin.
The events depicted in this dream are fictitious (I hope). Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental.
