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Feed an artist to Christmas, Now with roasted chestnuts.
14 years ago
The Rantings of an Art Crazed Chow, Second verse, same as the first.
At first I thought of just opening yet another journal with the usual how my life sucks kind of junk but what the hell, I give up! You see, I had this dream last night about going to a party. I would think it would be the Christmas party from hell, but oddly enough it was not that sort of party. Usually when I have these types of dreams it is with people I know from my day to day life, such as co-workers, family and such. No, I could never be so lucky. It was a Furry Christmas party with old friends from Yiffnet, AnthroChat, and assorted other places including folks I met in RL such as from conventions.
Oh, it would have been a doozy too if this was one of those standard dreams where I walk into a party wearing nothing but my tighty whities, but Fate was never kind to me. Fully clothed, yet feeling I was naked and alone. I just stood there, mouth open perplexed look upon my face. My eyes wandering from one conversation to another. This went on all evening, dreamtime, finally something was happening and I got called away. To put on a Santa suit grab a bag of gifts. A unknown looming figure told me that I was the Secret Santa and I was to pass out gifts to everyone. So skipping around like some sort of nut case, I went from person to person, reading into my bag and handing out a gift. At the end of all this, everyone got a gift, everyone cheered and hugged each other, with the exception of you know who, I tipped away into the shadows.
Outside it began to snow, and the looming unknown figure walked up to me and said. "You did good tonight, everyone is happy." At this point I ripped off the fake beard, tossed down the hat and threw the empty sack into the unknown's faceless face. I huffed and growled, yet the words I wanted to say did not come out. I peeled off the Santa suit until I was wearing nothing but aforementioned tightie whities and walked out into the snow. Before I woke up, the figure said. "Don't go away angry, just keep in mind that it will be the same thing next year."
Is there a moral to this dream??? Hell no, when have dreams ever made sense! I suggest you all don't look into it too deep. Folks it could have been worse, the party goers could have all been Ponies. So Merry Christmas to all, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, Merry Festivus for the rest of us. I'm going to curl up with a hot cup of spiked coco, a blank sketchbook and tons of regret for losing friends who did not really seem like friends. Cheers.
Oh, it would have been a doozy too if this was one of those standard dreams where I walk into a party wearing nothing but my tighty whities, but Fate was never kind to me. Fully clothed, yet feeling I was naked and alone. I just stood there, mouth open perplexed look upon my face. My eyes wandering from one conversation to another. This went on all evening, dreamtime, finally something was happening and I got called away. To put on a Santa suit grab a bag of gifts. A unknown looming figure told me that I was the Secret Santa and I was to pass out gifts to everyone. So skipping around like some sort of nut case, I went from person to person, reading into my bag and handing out a gift. At the end of all this, everyone got a gift, everyone cheered and hugged each other, with the exception of you know who, I tipped away into the shadows.
Outside it began to snow, and the looming unknown figure walked up to me and said. "You did good tonight, everyone is happy." At this point I ripped off the fake beard, tossed down the hat and threw the empty sack into the unknown's faceless face. I huffed and growled, yet the words I wanted to say did not come out. I peeled off the Santa suit until I was wearing nothing but aforementioned tightie whities and walked out into the snow. Before I woke up, the figure said. "Don't go away angry, just keep in mind that it will be the same thing next year."
Is there a moral to this dream??? Hell no, when have dreams ever made sense! I suggest you all don't look into it too deep. Folks it could have been worse, the party goers could have all been Ponies. So Merry Christmas to all, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, Merry Festivus for the rest of us. I'm going to curl up with a hot cup of spiked coco, a blank sketchbook and tons of regret for losing friends who did not really seem like friends. Cheers.
peterabnny
~peterabnny
That must've been some dream if you can remember all that so clearly! I can remember very few of my dreams. It's like they're all erased as soon as I wake up.
