Here's to you free souls, you fight for life chasers, Street climbers, porch swingers, air guitar players, Here's to you fearless dancers, shaking walls in your bedrooms
The rumor around here has been that the apocalypse is coming. May 21st to be exact. Huge billboards have been rented to display billboards urging the town to repent and spend the next days on their knees, because everyone is going to need it!
Well I guess that seeped into my mind yesterday because when I finally fell asleep, I had wild wild dreams. They probably deserve three wilds, they were that crazy.
After the third dream that didn't quite make sense, I must have turned a corner.
Something in my mind switched on.
The dreams became serious. Eerily serious....It became prophetic.
My dream opened up with a nice cozy inviting wormhole. I knew this was the apocalypse happening, so with a little help from a torrential tsunami I was ushered through. And you'll never guess what happened. In the art of true reincarnation/apocalyptical style I became a dandruff flake.
Yes this is how my brain works. I was a flake of dandruff riding around on some guy's head. I didn't have any motor function as was completely at the will of someone scratching, fluffing, or other general hair maintenance motions. Often I was upside down and sidewise until the walker mercifully shook his head. I hung out there for awhile before hearing the water turn on. And then before I knew it I was being washed down the drain with suds from a Head and Shoulder's bottle.
If this is prophetic, I better start working on that whole karma thing.
There's a little bit of all that inside of me and you, Think that even crazy dreams come true, Think that even crazy dreams come true......