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Sep. 24th, 2007 04:16 pmLast night's dream featured me with a serious temper problem.
I stormed into a restaurant that was in one of the Disney World theme parks. In said restaurant, my mother was having lunch with a guy who looked like Cleveland from Family Guy only a person not a cartoon (he was the father of one of the cheerleaders on my sister's team), and I threw a tantrum and demanded that she leave immediately so we could go on rides.. For some reason, I was also hauling around a blue nylon bag of laundry over my shoulder.
When my mother wouldn't leave with me, I caused a giant rift to open up underneath everyone in the restaurant and they all plunged into a deep chasm with some sort of green ooze bubbling at the bottom. There was a lot of acidic green smoke, too (damn, I have been playing too much Gauntlet Legends). Outside the restaurant, looking through the gate at the end of the path that led to where the restaurant was, Donald Duck (who was a cartoon) started yelling at me for overreacting and needlessly killing a lot of people because I was impatient to go on rollercoasters.
None of this seemed to matter, not even the death of my mother, as shortly after I was excitedly waiting on line (still with the blue nylon laundry bag over my shoulder) for a new rollercoaster based on some movie. With my sisters. Who were likewise unaffected by the death of our mother at my hands. Fun.
I stormed into a restaurant that was in one of the Disney World theme parks. In said restaurant, my mother was having lunch with a guy who looked like Cleveland from Family Guy only a person not a cartoon (he was the father of one of the cheerleaders on my sister's team), and I threw a tantrum and demanded that she leave immediately so we could go on rides.. For some reason, I was also hauling around a blue nylon bag of laundry over my shoulder.
When my mother wouldn't leave with me, I caused a giant rift to open up underneath everyone in the restaurant and they all plunged into a deep chasm with some sort of green ooze bubbling at the bottom. There was a lot of acidic green smoke, too (damn, I have been playing too much Gauntlet Legends). Outside the restaurant, looking through the gate at the end of the path that led to where the restaurant was, Donald Duck (who was a cartoon) started yelling at me for overreacting and needlessly killing a lot of people because I was impatient to go on rollercoasters.
None of this seemed to matter, not even the death of my mother, as shortly after I was excitedly waiting on line (still with the blue nylon laundry bag over my shoulder) for a new rollercoaster based on some movie. With my sisters. Who were likewise unaffected by the death of our mother at my hands. Fun.
