Oh goody! My first blog entry! Hello to my trillions of fans!
Anyway, one of our topics that Coach is permitting us to write is a dream we had that we’ll never forget. This dream I’m about to tell you was not awe-inspiring or life-changing. But for some reason I remember every specific detail of this pointless vision, and I doubt I will ever forget it.
It all started at a toy store. I was there with my mom who was looking for presents for my cousins, and I had wandered off to play with some of the enchanting toys. The store-owner’s daughter was very nice and played dolls with me for awhile. Finally, my mom called me over telling me it was time to go. I had one toy that I just had to purchase (I think it was a jack-in-the-box), but when I went up to buy it from the owner, he absolutely refused to sell it to me, and was very rude about it I might add. Now the dream me apparently had a bit of a temper, so I proceeded to scream at the mean man, demanding that he let me buy the toy. But he shouted right back at me, saying he would never give me the toy, not in a million years. All the while, my mom was telling me to come on, unaware of the situation. I turned to glare at the evil-toy guy and said, probably as horns grew out of head, “You’ll be very, very sorry about this…”
I went out of the store and got in the van with my mom. This is when things started getting weird. I looked out the window, and saw these marble statues of the Greek gods standing outside. With revenge in my heart, I prayed to the Greek gods, asking that they punish the wicked store-owner.
Later, I snuck back to the store, which had magically transformed into a bar, to see what the Greek gods would do to the unsuspecting villian. I watched through the window as the man, now a bar owner instead of a toy-store owner, talked on a microphone to all his guests asking them if they wanted to hear some Elvis music. The drunk people were all for Elvis, so Elvis came out to perform. But instead of looking like Elvis, he looked like Elrond, The Elf King from Lord of the Rings, dressed in a leather suit. I kid you not. Elvis/Elrond began to dance around and sing, much to everyone’s enjoyment. But then, all of a sudden….dun dun dun…. One of the Greeks god’s stone arms punched a hole through the ceiling. Yes, they had come to life to do my bidding. They grabbed Elvis/Elrond in there marble hands and threw him into oblivion, while he screamed dramatically. The stupid toy-store/bar owner was in anguish. He fell to his knees and cried, knowing his customers would all leave. And went up to him and asked him if he learned his lesson. He said he certainly had, and he would never be mean again.
With that problem solved, I drove away with my mom. We went through a wealthy neighborhood, where I saw all the Kansas City Chiefs had been carved in a mountainside. I said something like, “Oh, that’s cool”, and then I woke up.
If your still reading this, you’re probably questioning my sanity, but everyone has whacky dreams every now and then, right?