Temping
So. An update is long overdue. I've got something on the way, and it'll be good, if I ever finish it. But, to keep my faithful readers faithful, I have for your eager eyes this in-between-updates update. As for my unfaithful readers... I'll leave them to Captain Baseball Bat Boy.
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Story of a Dream
Based on a True Dream
I'm a pirate aboard a fine ship, a mighty ship, captained by the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. We sail the seven seas with a scurvy crew of sea dogs, looking for vessels to plunder. Only... Instead of being in the ocean, we sail in a river. It's actually more like rapids, except that they're really, really muddy. Umm... If you can picture this, it's more like a muddy rapids/dirt road. It is both a road and a river simultaneously. Now, maybe this doesn't make sense: I don't know, I'm not a doctor.
Now, besides the Captain's fine ship, there are many other travellers on this river-road. For example, there are other, crappier ships. There are also busses that drive up and down the river road on a regular schedule, as a part of some larger public transportation system. There are Jeeps, as well. Of course, Jeeps are only used by roving bands of violent marauders. Obviously. I wondered how the Jeeps and busses were able to drive on the river-road, if we were able to sail in it, but I never asked anyone. I didn't want to look like a n3wb.
There were docks at the start and finish of the river-road. In the middle of the river-road were some dangerous rapids, and an EMS. You know. Just cause.
Now, there's a lot of sailing involved in the dream, but I'll skip that and cut straight to the action.
A terrible storm is coming. We prepare the boat for the storm (batten down the hatches and such) and sail to the deeper parts of the river. Then, Sparrow realizes that we need some parachute cord. Cause, uh, you need parachute cord, you know, when there's a storm coming. Anyhew, we have none.
Now, the choice: stay here and try to ride out the storm without the necessary parachute cord, or brave the shallow waters and the rapids to go back to EMS, and buy some parachute cord, then race back to the deeper, safer section of the river?
The Captain realizes how dire our situation is, so he let's us decide. We choose to race back to EMS. On the way there, we pass Jeeps and busses, all rushing for cover. Oh, just something to keep in mind: Jeeps/other ships are usually armed to the teeth with Uzis and Berettas. Our ship's crew is down to one pistol with no additional shot or powder (of course, Captain Jack Sparrow has it). The storm clouds are building behind us when we finally reach the docks at EMS. I tie us off to a tree.
I run to the door, but EMS is closed! Of all the rotten luck! The guy who owns the store lives above it, so I frantically pound the door and ring the doorbell. The scum swallowing bilge rat comes to his window and yells "buzz off!" The bastard!
The old man's shouting attracts a vicous gang of marauders in a Jeep, and every last stinking one of them is armed to the teeth. From the helm of my ship, Sparrow shouts, "Calabro, get back here, we don't have time to fight!" I leap over the side onto the deck, cutting us loose as I fly through the air. The Captain and crew waste no time, and we're off down the river, trying to beat the storm and the marauders to the deeper waters. If we can make the deeper parts of the river road, the storm will take care of the marauders and their tiny Jeep. As they shrink into the distance, the Captain shouts back, "Just think mates: you can always remember this as the day you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow!"
But minutes later, the Jeep is gaining ground. Sparrow is intent on his craft, racing and navigating with all possible speed and precision, but it just isn't enough. The Jeep pulls up alongside us, and the bastard marauders see that we are unarmed. We have five crewmen, including myself and the Captain. In the initial burst of fire from the jeep, two are Sparrow's crewmen are killed.
And then I woke up.
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All of that really happened, in my dream.
Man. Isn't that crazy?
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Story of a Dream
Based on a True Dream
I'm a pirate aboard a fine ship, a mighty ship, captained by the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. We sail the seven seas with a scurvy crew of sea dogs, looking for vessels to plunder. Only... Instead of being in the ocean, we sail in a river. It's actually more like rapids, except that they're really, really muddy. Umm... If you can picture this, it's more like a muddy rapids/dirt road. It is both a road and a river simultaneously. Now, maybe this doesn't make sense: I don't know, I'm not a doctor.
Now, besides the Captain's fine ship, there are many other travellers on this river-road. For example, there are other, crappier ships. There are also busses that drive up and down the river road on a regular schedule, as a part of some larger public transportation system. There are Jeeps, as well. Of course, Jeeps are only used by roving bands of violent marauders. Obviously. I wondered how the Jeeps and busses were able to drive on the river-road, if we were able to sail in it, but I never asked anyone. I didn't want to look like a n3wb.
There were docks at the start and finish of the river-road. In the middle of the river-road were some dangerous rapids, and an EMS. You know. Just cause.
Now, there's a lot of sailing involved in the dream, but I'll skip that and cut straight to the action.
A terrible storm is coming. We prepare the boat for the storm (batten down the hatches and such) and sail to the deeper parts of the river. Then, Sparrow realizes that we need some parachute cord. Cause, uh, you need parachute cord, you know, when there's a storm coming. Anyhew, we have none.
Now, the choice: stay here and try to ride out the storm without the necessary parachute cord, or brave the shallow waters and the rapids to go back to EMS, and buy some parachute cord, then race back to the deeper, safer section of the river?
The Captain realizes how dire our situation is, so he let's us decide. We choose to race back to EMS. On the way there, we pass Jeeps and busses, all rushing for cover. Oh, just something to keep in mind: Jeeps/other ships are usually armed to the teeth with Uzis and Berettas. Our ship's crew is down to one pistol with no additional shot or powder (of course, Captain Jack Sparrow has it). The storm clouds are building behind us when we finally reach the docks at EMS. I tie us off to a tree.
I run to the door, but EMS is closed! Of all the rotten luck! The guy who owns the store lives above it, so I frantically pound the door and ring the doorbell. The scum swallowing bilge rat comes to his window and yells "buzz off!" The bastard!
The old man's shouting attracts a vicous gang of marauders in a Jeep, and every last stinking one of them is armed to the teeth. From the helm of my ship, Sparrow shouts, "Calabro, get back here, we don't have time to fight!" I leap over the side onto the deck, cutting us loose as I fly through the air. The Captain and crew waste no time, and we're off down the river, trying to beat the storm and the marauders to the deeper waters. If we can make the deeper parts of the river road, the storm will take care of the marauders and their tiny Jeep. As they shrink into the distance, the Captain shouts back, "Just think mates: you can always remember this as the day you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow!"
But minutes later, the Jeep is gaining ground. Sparrow is intent on his craft, racing and navigating with all possible speed and precision, but it just isn't enough. The Jeep pulls up alongside us, and the bastard marauders see that we are unarmed. We have five crewmen, including myself and the Captain. In the initial burst of fire from the jeep, two are Sparrow's crewmen are killed.
And then I woke up.
* * *
All of that really happened, in my dream.
Man. Isn't that crazy?