as i find myself unwittingly leaning against a wall, with cooking ladles, spoons, forks and spatulas hanging every which-where, ...i hear an authoritative scratchy voice, shouting at me, "Choose your weapon!.. Arm yourself! or sit there and die!" .... . i'm thinking to myself, what sort of uncanny situation have i stumbled across? without time to weigh the circumstances, i find a large creature rapidly advancing down the extravagant hallway, filled with mounds of snow heading directly for me. as i am peering down at the cooking utensils i am wielding, i have a strange sadness for this beautiful rare creature i am forced to slay.
the monstrous white ape slows his pace just before approaching, violently he tears the stone from the window-seal, hurling it towards me..... with a quick kick off the wall pouncing over his head, deftly hooking the poor creature just under the jaw-bone with the fork, dropping him on his back with my decent.
i waste no time, hastily apologize, and continue on.
observing the heavy snow, and biting winds from ahead, i seem to float aloft the surface, piercing through the wind at a blurring speed.
certain in my thoughts, i see another of these creatures, no different from the last, preparing to melee as i approach. i slow to a stop, perceiving the surroundings, "can i make it past him and out run him?" i'm thinking to myself..... suddenly i sense momentousness hesitation in my foe, without ignoring a key opportunity for escape, i make my dash. off-balanced, he throws his leg at me, in attempt to crush me into the opposing wall. quickly sliding underneath his gargantuan leg, i take notice to the large mechanical cuff, secured tightly around his ankle....
skidding to a stop, i stand, and turn to him. the deep winds have seemed to stop.... silence now, except the heavy breaths of the creature, that look like white smoke, clinging to the chilled air.
"Stop!" I yell, holding my hand in the air. "you don't want to fight me".. his thick black skin on his eyebrow bends, as he crouches down..... he lets out a ferocious grunt, and lunges at me. ... with the handle of the ladle i quickly roll to the wall on my left, swiftly penetrating the delicate side-carriage of the electronic device on his ankle.
instantly the creature roars out, and backs down, as i approach him, he seems to scoot away in fear.. holding his ankle with both enormous hands.....
i kneel down next to him and lay my hand upon his leg, i can hear the beat of his heart, and his breaths slow down now, letting me examine the device around his leg..... i find a small control panel, no bigger than a lighter, i easily remove the cuff from his leg, and the creature cheers out in a 'chewy' sort of way standing to his feet, looking up and down the hallway.
as i take a deep breath, in satisfaction for sparing this rare creatures life and freeing his technological confinement, i hear a familiar tune.....
immediately i jump to my feet, and find myself staring at a low volumed TV, with early morning cartoon network shows on. my ears focusing on the tune more closely now , .... its the inspector gadget theme song, .. but its not coming from my TV at all ... its my damned phone of course... missing the call, i carelessly throw it back into a pile of clothes..
stumbling out of bed and into the kitchen, ..pour myself a cup of ambition...
falling into my chair, making recollection of the night passed, i think 'damn, .. wtf was that?'
the monstrous white ape slows his pace just before approaching, violently he tears the stone from the window-seal, hurling it towards me..... with a quick kick off the wall pouncing over his head, deftly hooking the poor creature just under the jaw-bone with the fork, dropping him on his back with my decent.
i waste no time, hastily apologize, and continue on.
observing the heavy snow, and biting winds from ahead, i seem to float aloft the surface, piercing through the wind at a blurring speed.
certain in my thoughts, i see another of these creatures, no different from the last, preparing to melee as i approach. i slow to a stop, perceiving the surroundings, "can i make it past him and out run him?" i'm thinking to myself..... suddenly i sense momentousness hesitation in my foe, without ignoring a key opportunity for escape, i make my dash. off-balanced, he throws his leg at me, in attempt to crush me into the opposing wall. quickly sliding underneath his gargantuan leg, i take notice to the large mechanical cuff, secured tightly around his ankle....
skidding to a stop, i stand, and turn to him. the deep winds have seemed to stop.... silence now, except the heavy breaths of the creature, that look like white smoke, clinging to the chilled air.
"Stop!" I yell, holding my hand in the air. "you don't want to fight me".. his thick black skin on his eyebrow bends, as he crouches down..... he lets out a ferocious grunt, and lunges at me. ... with the handle of the ladle i quickly roll to the wall on my left, swiftly penetrating the delicate side-carriage of the electronic device on his ankle.
instantly the creature roars out, and backs down, as i approach him, he seems to scoot away in fear.. holding his ankle with both enormous hands.....
i kneel down next to him and lay my hand upon his leg, i can hear the beat of his heart, and his breaths slow down now, letting me examine the device around his leg..... i find a small control panel, no bigger than a lighter, i easily remove the cuff from his leg, and the creature cheers out in a 'chewy' sort of way standing to his feet, looking up and down the hallway.
as i take a deep breath, in satisfaction for sparing this rare creatures life and freeing his technological confinement, i hear a familiar tune.....
immediately i jump to my feet, and find myself staring at a low volumed TV, with early morning cartoon network shows on. my ears focusing on the tune more closely now , .... its the inspector gadget theme song, .. but its not coming from my TV at all ... its my damned phone of course... missing the call, i carelessly throw it back into a pile of clothes..
stumbling out of bed and into the kitchen, ..pour myself a cup of ambition...
falling into my chair, making recollection of the night passed, i think 'damn, .. wtf was that?'
witchbaby83:
ROFLMAO!! that's was fuckin' awesome! you ninjaed that fuckin' yeti (er whatever). aren't funky dreams the most fun? i feel like i'm cheated if i don't have an interesting dream..
