Seriously not serious... seriously

Ok, so after the last post I just didn't feel complete.  I had to do something not so serious... so here you go two posts in as many hours. Give or take.

When I was a kid I had some very strange dreams.  I still do, but they mostly deal with paper machines in the hangar bay of an aircraft carrier.  Sometimes the carrier is in an ocean, sometimes in a narrow river like the Willamette (but not the Willamette) or sometimes in a flooded city. Hows that for holding onto the past?!  Well minus the flooded city.  Haven't been there before.

So here it goes.  Can't remember how old I was, but I was a kid, I know that.

Fade to dreamland...

I was in the house alone.  At that time we had an addition on a single wide trailer.  The addition's hallway doglegged into the trailers hallway and at the end of the addition's hall was our dryer.  Here's a picture, kind of:

Birds eye veiw.  If I say it is to scale you'll laugh at me.

So anyway, home alone and it was at night.  I hear stuff outside, but obviously don't open the door.  You never know what it is when you live out in the country.  I remember in the dream thinking that it could be wolves... wolves were always really bad in my dreams. (rabbit trail) It must have been my subconscious telling me I was going to marry my wife... not she's a wolf, but cause she's deathly afraid of them.  Doesn't even like german sheppards, huskies or pugs because "they look too much like wolves."  Maybe not the pugs.

Back to dreamland... Home alone, nighttime, weird noises.  So all of a sudden I'm attacked by living dead My Little Ponies... seriously.  They must have gotten in through the dog door.  They were about 3 feet high, different girly colors, no mane, no tail and still had the tattoos on their butt.  Don't ask me how they got in through the dog door, but they are living dead and probably magical, right?  I never watched their cartoon or played with them so I don't know... seriously. So somehow I know some pretty kick butt karate, cause I'm using it and I'm wailing on them.  We end up at the end of the addition hall by the dryer and I'm fighting around 10 of them.  Its getting pretty hairy, minus the manes and tails, but I notice our dog was scratching at the door.  Why he didn't use the dog door beats me, but it was right next to the door he was scratching at.  I think to myself I'm not going to let him in cause I don't want him to get hurt by the ponies.  Meanwhile I toss one in the dryer and turn it on, a la Gremlins and the microwave only more dizzy before cooked.

I'm starting to succumb to the ponies, pretty well surrounded and everything fades to black.  Then this voice comes over like a narrarator and explains that if I would have let my dog in he had some way of getting out of there and to safety.  I'm not sure how, it was a small dog and they were big for little ponies, and he can't even figure out the dog door, but in the end, bummer for me.  Dream ends and I wake up.

Figure that one out Dr. psychiatrist guy!



Sleep now mister man! (special effects liberties taken)

Enjoy your day!