One of THEM

Crazy Dream 9-2

I took an airplane trip through time-space and ended up in medieval times. The kingdom was threatened by a giant robot spider who lived in the woods. The King got together all his armies and they went out into the forest looking for it. All the sudden a huge metal spike smashed into the middle of the garrison. All the knights were freaking out and trying to get away but then the
spider ran off. Even though it just obliterated half the king's horses and half the king's men like an anthill we OBVIOUSLY followed it because the king told us too. Medieval monarchy=dumb

So we ended up looking for the monster in a cottage in the middle of the forest that ended up being my old house (if I was looking for a 80 foot horse-eating arachnid, I'd look in my old house too. its nasty) so anyway I get the door open and the soldiers burst in and tear the place up looking for clues. I yelled at them a bit but nothing came of it so I was like Whatev. Looks better now anyway. so I go to use the bathroom but the door hits something soft and only opens half way. uh oh! I flip on the light and behind the door are two wild cats!! idk why I called them 'wild cats' in the dream but it happened. I usually call them mountain lions or Cougars. They looked like a mix between

AND

so thats OBVIOUSLY a 'wild cat'. there was a grey one and a brown one behind the door and they were sleeping till I bumped them with the door but they were chill. and then in the bathtub was a lil baby! much more like the pic on the right. so they were obviously cute and not a threat so I backed out apologetically and turned out the light.

I walked back down the hall to watch the madness for a bit when all the sudden I hear the bathroom door open again and its some idiot with a pike (long pointy thing) and he flings the door open and screams and is jabbing at something in the bathroom! AA! sad! I stabbed the jerk with his own weapon (not fatally) and kicked all the knights out of my house. I checked in the bathroom and the mom and dad were crying over the baby. super sad! it was too late and the lil guy passed away. I took the 3 of them out side and we had a funeral and said goodbye and they jumped the fence to the golf course.

I came back in and the house was a bit cleaner and my mom was making my bed in my old room. I helped her finish and then my dog ran out of the closest to come greet me! Awww! and then the mom and dad wild cats jumped out of the closet! and they sat on the bed with my dog and my mom was like What is this?? haha. and then the lil baby came out of the closet too! and they were all playing on my bed and my mom had no idea what was going on.

I woke up wondering if my dog was ok.

Lucky Charms

Another Mouth to Feed

Today's blog brings a cautionary tale.
it was a normal first day, as first days go. I found my classes. I met new people. met old people. found new friends and the occasional, and oddly surprising old friends. its one thing when you recognize your old efy roomate but compleately different when you see your councelor in your swim class.
So I get home. dorm/home. you know what I mean. roomie's gone as usual but someone was in my bed!
Normally this would bring out the Baby bear in me: "Some's sleeping in MY bed! And they're still there!"
but this guy was different. or similar?

HE WAS ME!

how cool is that?? So I woke him/me up and was like Dude! and he/me was like Whats up bro! it was like George of the Jungle in the dressing room finding his long lost brothers in the mirrors. We were pretty much mirror images of eachother. as a matter of fact we WERE mirror images of eachother. he even brought a guitar! of course his was left handed but it was cool. we played a little Whitesnake/Journey/Zeppelin meddly untill our picks melted.

After the epic twin guitar solos, what was left but a congradulatory self-five?

BIG MISTAKE

if there is ANY thing I was supposed to remember at that point its:

never, EVER high five your mirror duplicate. He's probably an antipartical being. its a legit thing. I quote from, A Brief History of Time

"We now know that every particle has an antiparticle, with which it can annihilate. There could be whole antiworlds and antipeople made out of antiparticles. However, if you meet your antiself, don't shake hands! You would both vanish in a great flash of light."

-Stephen W. Hawking

When we high fived, our hands vanished into a sparkling cloud of improbabilities. "Well thats not good" we said in unison. Then the cloud grew, and colapsed on itself, creating a worm hole into 3D. sorry not like "Third Dimention" 3D, HA! I wish! no this was the Double Dragon Dimention, 3D for short. but the confusion is understandable. Its the places were the people in mirrors live, where broken records play forever, where even white rabits flat out refuse to dig their holes, where your social security number is on sale to the higest bidder. The hole grew, sucking everything into it, including us. but in the middle of the flash, I realized I still had my guitar, as did my double. freeing our hands, we pulled the most massive, instantanious rock off. but we did not rock as foes. we rocked as brothers. Everything turned plaid and I blacked out
Next thing you know, I woke up on the floor. and everything was back to normal. well. ALMOST everything...

we rocked so hard, we corked the gap in spacetime and got all our stuff back. slowly normal color came back to reality but there was a few side affects.

But I think we can do it. we already have so much in common

BYU

I FIXED THE PIC

First day:Thats how got here. thats me in the top left being dropped off by a teradactal
The dorm:

left to right (in varying detail)
My side of the room:
half cleaned bed. I figure if I put it on my bed it will have to get cleaned before bed. right?
White bladed Telecaster, an elegant guitar from a more civilized age

Fridge = half way

My r00mate Mikey's side of the room:
next to the black bag hanging on the wall, Digeridoo. its legit. very aboriginal for being plastic
bed with too many pillows. but I have yet to see him sleep so it might just be for show. I've heard Provo has a high vampire count. well higher than the US average. lower than Phoenix
roll up piano on the window cill. ciell? ceil. window lege

so far BYU is very freshman friendly. only one "man freshman are annoying!" remark behind my back which I thought was rather funny because her friend's reply was "shh! there might be one close by!" I walked off feeling accomplished as I had snuck into the inner sanctum of BYU and they didn't know I was new. Woo!
this seems impressive to me since the age spectrum for guys starts at the low 18 then compleatly skips 19 and 20 since most guys are on a mission at that time and goes straight to 21-22
END.

If I owned a store

I'd have atheists pay in cash

Insomnia

a few naps and a Dr. Pepper will do that to me.

I found this paper the other day, I tend to do that. I'll explain in a bit
I have a real thing for alliterations. Please read this as fast as you can. I plan on using this some day:

A bunch of brave broads bearing bologna bombarded my beloved Bronco.
But this soon backfired as a brave band of boys backtracked to find the baloney baronesses and balked any further bodily blemishes by barricading the Bronco.
Belligerently, the bold battalion battered the back yard belonging to a bratty baloney baroness with buckets of bare bananas with out batting an eye.
The barrage was back breaking but the brawny banana barbarians believed to have beaten the baloney baronesses by biblical proportions.
The brethren briskly bolted in a beeline back to base and basked in their brillientness.
The bittersweet conclusion to this bizarre battle is that both sides bare blemishes. My Bronco is bathed in blue paint and your back yard is buried in bruised bananas.

I've bolded and blue'd the text to easily behold the brilliance.
sadly the 2nd part never came to pass. we never got the "bologna baronesses" back