HAPPY RABBIT HOLE DAY EVERYONE!!!!
I woke up in the middle of a forest this morning. The grass was slightly damp, the air was fresh and not a cat was to be found. I just knew it wasn't home, but for some reason I couldn't remember where home was. After a little bit of contemplation, I decided I'd better start walking and try to find a way out of here.
A mile or two later, I heard a little music in the distance. As I headed towards it, I realised it seemed oddly familiar. It wasn't until I reached the clearing that I realised what I was hearing was Mozart's opera, Don Giovanni. I looked around and I was really in for a surprise. There was about 20 people dressed up as Mozart and dancing around singing along with the opera. All of a sudden, a small group of the Mozart people brought out what looked like piano-shapped birthday cakes with music note candles. They saw me hiding in the bushes and pulled me into the crowd. In the caos, somehow I ended up wearing a Mozart costume too, and all of a sudden the cakes exploded all over us. I took that as a sign to get my but out of there.
I ran and ran and finally came to a river. While I was maddly stripping off the costume and trying to get my breath, I noticed a steamboat comming my way. I could hear the music from it, it was so fun and jazzy that I decided to hide out and take a peak at the musicians. When they came close enough I realised it wasn't really a steamboat after all, it was a giant red and white whale swimming up the river with a huge cage on his back. Inside the cage there was a jazz band that was even more curious. The instruments were playing the people and the microphones were singing into the singers. I realised, I'm obviously not in Kansas anymore, or anywhere somewhat sane.
Resigned to the fact that I'd probably have to try and live my life in this strange place, I started to walk down river to see if I could find someone or something somewhat familiar. After a few hours of walking and sulking, I come into annother clearing. In the clearing there's a strange group of people who are all holding various animals. Then a walrus gets up in the center and starts conducting them. I realise that I've just stumbled into a band rehearsal where the instruments are not instruments at all, but animals, and I even recognise most of them. Instead of an oboe, there is a duck. Bright pink flamingos are the trumpets. Elephants for the tuba, geese for the clarinets and the percussion section is made up of different turtles and rattle snakes. They're actually doing a great job of interpreting Maeij's Lord of the Rings. I take this opportunity to sit down and relax a bit. Soon I'm drifting off to sleep. In my dream, I'm back home, in my apartment with my two crazy cats, just going through a normal day. When I wake up the band is gone so I decide to start my treck again.
Comming my way is a parade of southern-style food. Leading the processional was the country-fried steak, closely followed by the fried green tomato float and the fried chicken gizzard marching band. There were onion ring unicycles ridden by french fries that juggled ketchup bottles, liver cars with onion wheels driven by calabash fried shrimp, fried fish and rice floats with lemons and iced sweet tea passengers and of course the giant balloons that resembled bowls of cole slaw, corn bread and hush puppies. It was a sight, I'll tell you that much.
After the parade passed me by I continued on with my treck only to run into two gigantic house kittens. They saw me and decided I would be tasty. There was a huge game of giant cat and tiny human for a while until I tripped over a tree and knocked myself out on a rock. When I came too my cats were licking my face trying to wake me up. I guess my day in the rabbit hole was an effect of the giant lump on my head I don't remember getting.
I woke up in the middle of a forest this morning. The grass was slightly damp, the air was fresh and not a cat was to be found. I just knew it wasn't home, but for some reason I couldn't remember where home was. After a little bit of contemplation, I decided I'd better start walking and try to find a way out of here.
A mile or two later, I heard a little music in the distance. As I headed towards it, I realised it seemed oddly familiar. It wasn't until I reached the clearing that I realised what I was hearing was Mozart's opera, Don Giovanni. I looked around and I was really in for a surprise. There was about 20 people dressed up as Mozart and dancing around singing along with the opera. All of a sudden, a small group of the Mozart people brought out what looked like piano-shapped birthday cakes with music note candles. They saw me hiding in the bushes and pulled me into the crowd. In the caos, somehow I ended up wearing a Mozart costume too, and all of a sudden the cakes exploded all over us. I took that as a sign to get my but out of there.
I ran and ran and finally came to a river. While I was maddly stripping off the costume and trying to get my breath, I noticed a steamboat comming my way. I could hear the music from it, it was so fun and jazzy that I decided to hide out and take a peak at the musicians. When they came close enough I realised it wasn't really a steamboat after all, it was a giant red and white whale swimming up the river with a huge cage on his back. Inside the cage there was a jazz band that was even more curious. The instruments were playing the people and the microphones were singing into the singers. I realised, I'm obviously not in Kansas anymore, or anywhere somewhat sane.
Resigned to the fact that I'd probably have to try and live my life in this strange place, I started to walk down river to see if I could find someone or something somewhat familiar. After a few hours of walking and sulking, I come into annother clearing. In the clearing there's a strange group of people who are all holding various animals. Then a walrus gets up in the center and starts conducting them. I realise that I've just stumbled into a band rehearsal where the instruments are not instruments at all, but animals, and I even recognise most of them. Instead of an oboe, there is a duck. Bright pink flamingos are the trumpets. Elephants for the tuba, geese for the clarinets and the percussion section is made up of different turtles and rattle snakes. They're actually doing a great job of interpreting Maeij's Lord of the Rings. I take this opportunity to sit down and relax a bit. Soon I'm drifting off to sleep. In my dream, I'm back home, in my apartment with my two crazy cats, just going through a normal day. When I wake up the band is gone so I decide to start my treck again.
Comming my way is a parade of southern-style food. Leading the processional was the country-fried steak, closely followed by the fried green tomato float and the fried chicken gizzard marching band. There were onion ring unicycles ridden by french fries that juggled ketchup bottles, liver cars with onion wheels driven by calabash fried shrimp, fried fish and rice floats with lemons and iced sweet tea passengers and of course the giant balloons that resembled bowls of cole slaw, corn bread and hush puppies. It was a sight, I'll tell you that much.
After the parade passed me by I continued on with my treck only to run into two gigantic house kittens. They saw me and decided I would be tasty. There was a huge game of giant cat and tiny human for a while until I tripped over a tree and knocked myself out on a rock. When I came too my cats were licking my face trying to wake me up. I guess my day in the rabbit hole was an effect of the giant lump on my head I don't remember getting.
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voiddragon:
Interesting. Is that a cry for help? Or just a really weird ass dream from eating to cheese? 
dragunceol:
yesterday was Rabbit Hole day.......the author of Alice In Wonderland 's birthday.....to celebrate you're supposed to write about what would happen if you'd fallen down a rabbit hole that day. 