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phooey:
I had a dream last night, fellows, that I was invited to the Planters Peanuts Corporation Headquarters (I realise that they are probably not an independent corporation in and of themselves and really not that big a deal anyways) the wine and dine with the elite and the effete alike. I attended this soiree with the intention of dismantling the evil corporation from the inside out, because over the last weeks I had tracked their movements after having discovered their connection to the growing population of alligators, crocodiles, and other such detrimental caimaninae in the nearby bodies of water. I had taken a select few friends with me (some that I hadn't seen in years, some fabricated) for this most essential mission, but at the fete, they all succumbed to the powers of the Planters Peanuts, coming back from isolated 'factory tours' with vapid stares, dated corporate propaganda on their lips, and Chinese trampstamps visible through their torn clothing - some sort of evil branding, I assume.
As canapes were being served, I slipped off into the background to begin my mission. This is when I fell through some rotten floorboards into a subterranean pool, where John Candy was kayaking. He saw me almost immediately and approached me, telling me I was to be taken to be 'groomed.' After instantaneously acquiring knowledge (as one often does in dreams) that Planters was running a modern day invisible Holocaust and that they were making all the people into granola, I ran, the late great Mr. Candy in hot pursuit. He was surprisingly spry for one so overweight.
This dream tenuously classifies as a nightmare only because the feeling of terror as I rushed through the factory, looking on the faces of those enslaved. I could smell burning flesh in my dream (though it took on hints of a nuttier aroma), and there was blood all over the floor. After running through room after dimly lit, Silent Hill-inspired room, I finally happened upon a dark, cool greenhouse. In the middle of the room filled with rare and fragrant plants, I saw a pale figure on a chaise lounge. When I realised the figure was Voldemort, I woke up in a cold sweat.
:-D
Keep up the good work, I love reading all your dreams.
Boro_Bandito:
No sir, you keep up the good work.
ViolentDove:
I've always thought John Candy would be rather dextrous despite his bulk.
Jace:
I had a dream where I met punk rock era Kieffer. We met in some dark restaurant type place, he complemented my pants. He was a very cordial individual, and then we were friends on facebook because we met in person.
phooey:
That kind of sounds like a date in my book
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