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here comes the crazy
By beth | June 19, 2008
Ok, friends. Here we go.
I had a dream the other night that I was standing outside somewhere, and I looked across the street to see a high school friend standing in her yard (Katie). I haven’t seen or talked to this girl in AGES, so I don’t know why she would have popped up in my dream other than maybe I’ve been thinking about 10-year reunion plans a lot lately. Anyhoe, there she was, so I went over and we had our own mini-reunion.
Then, I was in her house, taking a picture of a baby that I assumed was hers. The camera was rather alarming to the baby, who started to cry, but when I moved the camera away from my face, the baby calmed down and said, “Oh, it’s you.” I confirmed that I was, in fact, myself, and I asked the baby if she wanted anything. She replied that she was quite thirsty, so I proceeded to take the baby into the living room, sit down on the sofa with her and breast-feed her. Yeah. This is where it starts getting weird.
So the whole time this is going on, I’m thinking, Is this ok? Am I allowed to do this? How is it even physiologically possible? Man, I hope this is allowed. Oh wow, it’s working. Why is it working?
And while we’re still there, Katie comes into the room and sits down like nothing is strange at all, so I figure it’s ok that I’m breast-feeding her baby, and we start chit-chatting. Well, when I finish feeding the baby, I pick her up, and her face is all deformed and sort of translucent (her lips at least), and I turn her around and ask Katie if this is normal. Maybe, I think, it’s just what happens when you breast-feed. She informs me that no, this is not a normal reaction, and that it is actually really, really weird.
Well then, the baby starts to grown red/green iridescent scales on her head and face, and then her body transforms into that of a wee dragon. At this point, I realize that not only is this my baby, but that I must have been abducted and impregnated by aliens. Then I gave birth, they erased my memory, and I came back to live a “normal” life. And now that I’ve fed the baby, she has taken on her true form or whatever. So I freak out and leave.
Fast-forward 20 years.
I’m walking down the street with a friend, and we are at a corner. Crossing the other way, you know, just like a normal member of society, we see a dragon, who is pink and soft - like a plush toy - and very fashionable. She appears to be about 20-years-old, and I know immediately that she’s my baby, so I say to my friend, “That’s my baby,” and then I walk up to the dragon and say, “Lydia?” And she turns around, and we are reunited (and it feels so good…reunited ’cause we understood…), and all is well.
The End.
Topics: not normal, fashion, friends, Family, sleep/dreams, food |
June 27th, 2008 at 11:56 am
I. I have nothing to say to this that could be even remotely comparable in…in anything.
Apparently, I’m not the only one.
WOW.