I blame RE4 and the Disability Chapter in Religion
Last night I had a horribly scary dream:
Jason Gremillion, Eric Couper, and I were at Disney World. We were talking about getting jobs there, but I warned them not to apply at any of the food stands because they spread the employees too much, forcing you to actually work for more than three hours a day. Ootter saw this ride, (and here I describe it: A very large inner tube with a floor. The tube has seats built into it. The inner tube is suspended by three cables that are an equal distance around the edge of the tube. The cables are held by a giant crane about 100 feet in the air. The crane bounces the tube up and down.) and he wanted to ride it. Before he went to ride (by himself, Jason and I didn't fancy heights in this dream) he told us about his new diet -- drink water and then pray. I told him that it probably wouldn't work, but he just smiled and ran towards the ride. Jason and I watched him bounce up and down, and I verbally wondered how that thing can keep you from falling out. Well, several short moments later (or one longer moment) we saw Ootter tumble down and fall to his death right on Main Street U.S.A. Jason and I turned our head and sighed, "He was a good guy." As we went to his body, some worker was dragging him out of the middle of the street, scraping his body against the pavement. We walked up to the stretcher Ootter was on and I saw slight breathing, and I rejoiced and said, "I can deal with Wheelchair Ootter." He tried to get him in the elevator to get him to the hospital, but several people with shopping carts tried to go in front of us, scowling and claiming that they could fit better. The dream ended with us getting out of the elevator and on to a short moving walkway/bridge that was right in front of a giant threshold.
Note: I lost the game last morning in the shower, in physics, and this morning right as I woke up.
Jason Gremillion, Eric Couper, and I were at Disney World. We were talking about getting jobs there, but I warned them not to apply at any of the food stands because they spread the employees too much, forcing you to actually work for more than three hours a day. Ootter saw this ride, (and here I describe it: A very large inner tube with a floor. The tube has seats built into it. The inner tube is suspended by three cables that are an equal distance around the edge of the tube. The cables are held by a giant crane about 100 feet in the air. The crane bounces the tube up and down.) and he wanted to ride it. Before he went to ride (by himself, Jason and I didn't fancy heights in this dream) he told us about his new diet -- drink water and then pray. I told him that it probably wouldn't work, but he just smiled and ran towards the ride. Jason and I watched him bounce up and down, and I verbally wondered how that thing can keep you from falling out. Well, several short moments later (or one longer moment) we saw Ootter tumble down and fall to his death right on Main Street U.S.A. Jason and I turned our head and sighed, "He was a good guy." As we went to his body, some worker was dragging him out of the middle of the street, scraping his body against the pavement. We walked up to the stretcher Ootter was on and I saw slight breathing, and I rejoiced and said, "I can deal with Wheelchair Ootter." He tried to get him in the elevator to get him to the hospital, but several people with shopping carts tried to go in front of us, scowling and claiming that they could fit better. The dream ended with us getting out of the elevator and on to a short moving walkway/bridge that was right in front of a giant threshold.
Note: I lost the game last morning in the shower, in physics, and this morning right as I woke up.