I was having a very pleasant day with very pleasant dreams. I was laughing and having a generally great time with family and friends. A knock comes at the door, and I go to answer it. It is uncle Brook. He hands me my accordion and walks away. The once-gorgeous instrument is crumpled, misshapen, and covered with mildew. I collapsed crying.
And I was having such good dreams.
That is incredibly sad. My dad has an accordion. I love to play it, but I can never seem to remember to keep the bellows going.
ReplyDeleteThe point of this story is, of course, that I hope the pleasant dreams return.
dude, not to be insensitive, but I find that dream to be hilarious lol. oh, also, there was a quote from Brant from 'mornings with brant' that I thought I'd share. "Women like bad boys, but they also like men who play an instrument. So if you really want to impress the ladies, be a dare-devil. Play the forbidden instrument. Play the accordian."
ReplyDeleteHahaha that quote is brilliant! :-)
ReplyDeleteFirst, you have an uncle Brook! Awesome.
ReplyDeleteSecond, that is a terrible dream. I hope your accordion is never handed to you crumbled and mildewed. (Especially not by your uncle Brook!)
(Didn't you say that you never win in dreams?)
Third, Kyle, that quote is wonderful.
Gee, thanks, guys.
ReplyDeleteKYLE GOSH MAN IT WAS HORRIBLE
And burnham, yes. I have an uncle Brook. He's pretty awesome even though he's balding.
And I never win in dreams. :(
How much control do you have in your dreams?
ReplyDeleteLittle to none.
ReplyDeleteAnd, paradoxically, 100%. My subconscious is screwing my own self.
Hmm. I think there are ways to fix that.
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