Dreams, pt 3. The Crab.

A man was lying on the floor, and his stomach was missing.

A great gaping hole was subsiding in the place where his entrails belonged, and out of the sides of his stomach, were tentacles looking simular to Project Nemeses. There was an even amount of them, I think the same amount as the standard lug-nut count on a truck. Another man was standing above him, yelling and screaming for him to hold on, and that he was going to help him. A second later, the standing man pulled a round thing out of a backpack. It was about the size of a large beach ball, and it was a dark color, maybe black or grey.

The man started shoving this ball into the hole in the other man's stomach. It was essentially to big, and would not fit, but nevertheless he kept shoving. As if on cue, the tentacles reached out and grasped the dark ball shaped object. As soon as the tentacles enclosed the object, it sprouted legs, and to my dismay, turned into a crab, and started shoving and crawling its way into the mans torso. By this time, he was screaming for help, but the standing man was to panic stricken, and would not help, for fear of being attacked by the crab. The standing man just stood there, offering no help, and I could not help the withering man on the floor, because I was a completely objective third party. The image faded to black with the crab-like thing consuming the man on the floor.


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Dreams, part 2

I had a blood condition that made me part mutant lizard. I could will myself to change either fully, or only halfway to lizard, and I had superpowers as I was in my lizard state- I had powerful breath, and could use it to blow things far distances. I was also very nimble and could contort myself, and climb walls.
One day, I was sitting at my desk, and decided to go out in my half lizard form. I heard a knock on the door. I quickly dodged behind the edge of the doorframe, wondering what I should do. I did not want anyone to recognize me in my half lizard form. It was only the pizza guy. I stayed in my position behind the doorframe for a very long time, contemplating; long enough for the pizza guy to open the door and start aimlessly drawing figures in the fog he had created on the window with his breathe. I thought now was my perfect chance. I darted to the door, flicked the lock, and flung it open. Much to my knowledge, it was a hot Asian man. I promptly made out with him, to distract him from seeing my semi-lizard form. He used his tongue too much, so I threw him onto the porch, and told him I would give him a lesson. I had to preserve the legend of my fearless self. Who knows what infirmities a traveling man of pizza could withhold!
As soon as I said this, I heard footsteps behind me. My brother came to see what the commotion was. I turned back around to the Asian delivery man, and he had turned into my Asian friend, Alex. I introduced him and my brother; we were all standing in the laundry room, when we heard a small crack… I quickly donned my lizard senses, and surveyed all that could possibly happen at the moment. Time slowed down, and I heard a faint whistling. A small pop was then issued thereafter, and a bullet round the size of my wrist slowly (time was still sluggish) pushed its way through the wall. I leaned over, and exhaled a short burst of breathe onto the traveling bullet. It stopped in its tracks, where my brother promptly bagged it so we could further investigate it. We pulled it out, and it had some odd spiral markings on it. Had it not been for the pizza delivery man (Alex) I would have been sitting at my desk, and probably have been dead by now, fallen victim to the deadly fury of an unsuspecting death by firearm.
We went into hero mode (my brother was a mutant wasp-like thing) and surveyed all of our possibilities. Who could have attempted to kill me, and was there more of the same thing coming again? There definitely was. We heard a loud explosion, and sneaked a peak out the window. The place where delivery Alex’s car stood was now a pile of ash and burning enamel....

It really sucks, not ever finishing my dreams, or not remembering enough to write it all down… but you can use your imagination :)

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Once Upon a Time...

The 3 word game. The rules are, after someone starts off with a setting, the next person cannot post any more then 3 words, and the words have to make some sort of sense. (NOT: rally crab mango). As one of my Facebook statuses, I had posted this game, in hopes of an interesting train. Annnnnnnnnd, here it is, the final product. (:

Once upon a time...
a duck and a dark knight got together to conspire against the evil one legged spitting tree frog that had once sang Christian rock. It lived under the rock by Ronald McDonald's house. The dark knight had on three sexually transmitted diseases, and the frog liked to contemplate how many more diseases he could contract if he went to a banjo factory. Meanwhile, the dark knight was battling with a horrible giant who looked like President George Bush Obama in a white pinstripe suit. The dark knight fell in love with Ernest Hemingway, but however, he found out that he was wrongly accuse of a deed that left seven people wondering how he had evaded capture and made the whole city of the damned, scream "Hoorah for Hollywood", and then he took off his pants! Right as the horrible giant lifted a foot to squash the little bitty tiny yellow polka dot bikini. Also there happened to be a ginormous freckled monstrous lay named Olga. She then ate the young children who liked to dance around the bean pole with blood and the hair of a golden dragon.

.......as you can see, the story doesn't make much sense, so if you would like to continue in it's random jollyness, go right ahead.
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Stories of Kindness :)

1. First Important Lesson - "Know The Cleaning Lady"

During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"

Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.

"Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say "hello."

I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.


2. Second Important Lesson - "Pickup In The Rain"

One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car.

A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.

She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home.

A special note was attached. It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others."

Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.


3. Third Important Lesson - "Remember Those Who Serve"

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. "50¢," replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.

"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. "35¢!" she brusquely replied.

The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left.

When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies. You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.


4. Fourth Important Lesson - "The Obstacles In Our Path"

In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.

Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand - "Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition."


5. Fifth Important Lesson - "Giving When It Counts"

Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year-old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes, I'll do it if it will save her."

As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away?".

Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.


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(found on this site: http://www.globalone.tv/profiles/blogs/how-to-treat-others-5-lessons)

Dreams.

I am a dreamer. I love to sleep, because I always am having weird obscure dreams. They make my life amazingly interesting. I have decided to let you into my brain, so here you go:

            Uptown. The town of ups and downs. Consisting of a downtown level, and a uptown level, the latter being higher then the first, connected not with a horizontal street, but a street at the angle of about 45 degrees. (*see bottom) My happening took place in the uptown- I never reached the downtown, and I am not so sure I wanted to after what happened. The streets of Uptown were made of cardboard. It was rather thick cardboard, pastly and brown. I was walking down one of the main streets of uptown, which were deserted, when I noticed there was an opening in the slats of cardboard. My curiosity got the better of me, and so I leaned down to see what was going on. To my surprise, when I leaned down to observe, I was suddenly ensnared in what seemed to be a trap. Little did I know of the miscreant actions of "the uptowners", who actually lived underneath Uptown, and made their homes in the cardboard streets. Explanation: The Uptowners were an odd sort of people, who were very pale, like that of cave creatures. This probably came from living under the streets with very little sunshine. Their tendencies were to make traps made of carpet strings to catch wondering Downtowners, so they could keep them as pets, since they (the uptowners) were so lonely.

            Going back to earlier, I found myself tangled in one of these carpet string traps, and to my dismay, I was pulled into the depths of the cardboard cobblestones. I looked around my surroundings, and noticed that the furnishings were scarce. The only things that occupied the room were a bookshelf and a chair that was piled high with clutter of various sorts. Under the chair was a bag of powdered doughnuts, and a carton of stale lemon stack cookies. There was also a carpet, which was so dirty and disgusting that I cringed with mild repulsion at the thought of me being helpless on top of it. There were crumbs strewn about all over the floor. I noticed there was a door into a hallway, and I determined that this whole place was a maze in itself. There was a few Uptowners, who like the carpet, were dirty and unkempt. I didn't want to talk at first, but then after a while, I found out that they like to get into long and frenzied debates. They also like balloons. I was just thinking of a way to get out when I woke up.

                                                                        

                                                            ____ <---- the uptowners lived here

                         downtowners --->    ___/        

Crazy, huh? More shall follow.