So, I have this horrendously awesome habit of having these dreams that are.... well... let's say... a bit out there. So here's one of my favorites, just because it's in space:
I opened my eyes after slipping into my subconscious state. Always an adventure in there. Either way, enough beating around the bush, here goes. I found myself gazing at the outside of a spaceship shaped like a giant upside-down bowling pin from the inside. The inside was covered in this really weird carpet. It was both all white, and purple and teal at the same time. Purple and teal were split into these triangle shapes that didn't quite seem right. It was almost like the inside of the ship was pure white, with a teal and purple stained glass light bulb that turned things to carpet.
I was wandering around, making myself at home, when there was a sudden influx of people. These people looked like a '50s description of an alien in their dress. They were wearing silver trash bags it seemed, really shiny silver. Then, much to my astonishment arrived Elton John. He was wearing bright orange. It was a terrifying muck of colors in there.
"What," I managed, "are you doing?!"
"I'm starting a harem in space!" He bubbled joyously.
My mind immediately decided that I was going to stop him, because it's wrong to start a harem, only if it's in space. That's my dream logic at work guys. Either way, I boldly told the other king of piano rock that he shouldn't go through with this sadistic plan. He refused. In response, almost as a threat, I climbed the wall to a catwalk above. (Here's where it doesn't make sense. It was clear by the view that the round end of the bowling pin was pointed at the earth, but just as if reality had no hold [which it didn't], the round part of the spaceship's interior was pointed away from earth. So, it was like distorted or something.) when I got to the skinny part right before the round part, I stepped onto the catwalk where I found a control panel attached to a ladder. On the control panel was a little speaker thing, like one of the tubes on playgrounds. I picked it up and spoke into it.
"Stop! Or rue the day you decided to join this gay man!" My voice grumbled in a crackly static groany electronic kind of way, much like Darth Vader.
They all ignored me, which angered me, so I punched the eject button. Much to my surprise, they all immediately imploded and folded out into giant hunter's orange soccer balls. This happened with a unified mortar sound, but about 9 octaves up. They flew out of the bowling pin one by one, getting stuck on the hatch, because they were fat. The hatch closed and only Elton John remained. I jumped the 20 stories down to the dance floor, and put up my fists at Elton. We had an epic duel, to the death even. It went on and on, I thought it would never end, but I defeated him by taking his pink sunglasses off. The end!
I was wandering around, making myself at home, when there was a sudden influx of people. These people looked like a '50s description of an alien in their dress. They were wearing silver trash bags it seemed, really shiny silver. Then, much to my astonishment arrived Elton John. He was wearing bright orange. It was a terrifying muck of colors in there.
"What," I managed, "are you doing?!"
"I'm starting a harem in space!" He bubbled joyously.
My mind immediately decided that I was going to stop him, because it's wrong to start a harem, only if it's in space. That's my dream logic at work guys. Either way, I boldly told the other king of piano rock that he shouldn't go through with this sadistic plan. He refused. In response, almost as a threat, I climbed the wall to a catwalk above. (Here's where it doesn't make sense. It was clear by the view that the round end of the bowling pin was pointed at the earth, but just as if reality had no hold [which it didn't], the round part of the spaceship's interior was pointed away from earth. So, it was like distorted or something.) when I got to the skinny part right before the round part, I stepped onto the catwalk where I found a control panel attached to a ladder. On the control panel was a little speaker thing, like one of the tubes on playgrounds. I picked it up and spoke into it.
"Stop! Or rue the day you decided to join this gay man!" My voice grumbled in a crackly static groany electronic kind of way, much like Darth Vader.
They all ignored me, which angered me, so I punched the eject button. Much to my surprise, they all immediately imploded and folded out into giant hunter's orange soccer balls. This happened with a unified mortar sound, but about 9 octaves up. They flew out of the bowling pin one by one, getting stuck on the hatch, because they were fat. The hatch closed and only Elton John remained. I jumped the 20 stories down to the dance floor, and put up my fists at Elton. We had an epic duel, to the death even. It went on and on, I thought it would never end, but I defeated him by taking his pink sunglasses off. The end!
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