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Author Name: Premiumtinadee 5 Comments
Date Added: November 16, 2011 13:11:10 Average Score: (Needs 1)
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A Drunken Dream
A Drunken Dream

Today I was responding to a comment and like I always do I strayed off the subject into the rememberances (not a word who cares I'm still Dizzy) of last night.

For years I have been taking a medication to stop the nightmares and terrors and flashbacks and have felt well enough to stop it.  I do Enjoying dreaming again.   

It started as usual with my mother so convoluted and yet again she was  mean, vicious.  So I skip that part and to the end of the mother sequence.  So these teenagers where playing with these buzzing firecrackers that were going off around me and I was trying to sneak my cell phone of the table with out my mother seeing me.  then a buzzzing thing got close I picked up an empty 2 liter plastic soda bottle and tried to swat it.  OOps  

I accidently hit a 15year old off the head and killed him, I was devastated, actually I think I need to change this to nightmare or horror.  

Anyway they arrested me and while in handcuffs I dived down a mega huge flight of stairs to relieve myself of the guilt and end it all.  Didn't happen or the dream would end.

I was physically damaged and mentally challenged so they put my disabled body in a prison work camp.  I was a model prisoner working out in the fields gardening and they had a celebration when I left.  

I was supposed to be redeemed but I secretly went back into society looking for my revenge on my mother....

I woke up on the other side of the bed and was about to roll over onto the floor and had a moment of clarity in the darkness and fell asleep again.  

Then I was Dreaming I was working with this Italian family as an extending family member as a deck hand  out on a yacht.  Traveling back and forth on the sea transporting cannolies, tarimesu and anisette cookies etc.

(At that point all I had was a candy bar and combos since Saturday, I guess I was hungry)

It was nice but then I wasn't doing my job right and the desserts where getting smashed and I was replaced and one of the deck hands said I could help her out when we got on shore moving furniture (A nightmare for sure)

So we piled on this open huge rv bus thing and my seat was outside on the front of the bus attached to the grille.  I didn't find this as odd only until now.  So we were driving up to New Hamshire to a barn auction after the Patriots(New England Football Team) played a game.  Why in New Hamshire?  What the heck would football be doing in New Hampshire?

But to get there we had to drive to the top of a mountain and straight down the mountain to actually get to the top of the mountain.  One of those crazy illusionist pictures.  So here I am strapped to this RV bus thing with the driver racing as fast as he can down the stupid mountain to get to the top?  

Of course I woke up before we reached the top, half way there looking straight down plastered to the front the RV screaming Holy Shit!!!
Author's Notes:
I realize I am no PeterEugeneLesniowski and I could never make any laugh as he does me with his wit and humor.  The story although I wish it were funny I know if he retold it it would be hilarious.  It's just a strange drunken dream.
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeJim Kistner Jr on November 16, 2011 08:11:56 PM Report
Hiarious. I, too, liked the ending..a view from the front seat. Just don't try to interpret these..:P
Comment By: FreeFirestone Feinberg on November 16, 2011 03:46:42 PM Report

Bonjourno!




May I order two tiramesu, a couple connoli, and a bit of bisque tortoni? -- to go...  I'll meet your yacht at The Statue of Liberty -- if it's still there...  Ciao for now...   




con amore, 

Signor David







Comment By: FreeDean on November 16, 2011 02:46:53 PM Report



Tina, Tina Tina... what am I gonna do with you...... I am laughing my head off loooooooooooool. The whole scenario is great, but my favourite bit is the position of you sit, lol, girl, I still can't get it off my head that You have gone up the mountain and now coming down On That Sit Strapped To Front Of The Bus!looooooool



By the way Tina, while you're coming down the mountain, you didn't have a bottle of rum in one hand and a cigarette on the other, sipping the rum and taking a drag on your cigarette, and while expelling the smoke slowly, having another sip from the rum,  by any chance, did you?! Girl, you sure are funny! & a great friend.  Thank you for making me laugh this much. That scene (you on that sit) is classic Tina.




Comment By: PremiumDan J. Mazurek on November 16, 2011 02:37:42 PM Report


I had tarimesu for the very first time this year.


Was that Mt.Washington climbing in low gear.

Comment By: ModeratorFoamy on November 16, 2011 02:08:36 PM Report
o.O Not really sure what to say to this.. very unique write maybe it's time to stop drinking so much of the hooch?






 


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