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"BLOG ABOUT A DREAM, TRY TO MAKE IT REAL!"
I woke up with my mouth hurting like I'd been grinning from ear to ear all night long. Perhaps I had; what I remember of my dreams were pretty terrific. But most memorable was what I'll call 'The Hospital Scene'. Upon waking, I reflected upon this scene, and concluded that, though perhaps the events unfolding around us were not entirely realistic, our reactions to them were spot-on (which I find notable, since as often as not, my dream-reaction to things is to climb a tall building through its ventilation system and then jump off it). Traveling with a large group of people, we had to stop overnight at a hospital, because a few of us needed some small amount of medical attention. While we were there, word apparently got around the hospital that Joel was there with us. As we waited for news of our friends, we were instead surprised when Joel was congratulated, and told that nineteen women had claimed him as the father of their child.
So now, the reactions start. First we go "blebedehuh?" for a while, scrambling to figure this out. Finally, it is discovered that an eccentric and charismatic billionaire had persuaded hundreds of women, on national television, to claim that Joel was their babydaddy. We reacted to this news the same way we would've in real life: Joel immediately began casting about for some whiskey, and I joined him. After drinking quite a lot of whiskey, we staggered into the hospital lobby, where a dance was going on. We tried to dance, but we were both trying to lead, so it didn't work so well. Then I wore a tomato slice as a monocle. Eventually, the rest of our group dragged us out of there, and we essentially ran away from the problem.
Hmm, so now I'm that guy that blogs about his dreams. And maybe it doesn't sound so fantastic written out like this, but it was, oh it was. This is only a small piece of a long and engaging epic, after all.
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