I was on my favorite show The Polka-Dot Door. It was centered on this house with a polka dot door and when you went inside you were transported into a place where games and singing happened all day. A wondrous place, full of color and laughs and now I was there. The two hosts and I went to the backyard to dance and play a game. When the music stopped you were suppose to freeze and try not to move at all. The music stopped and we froze, but the music would not turn back on again. The host would not move. I talked to them shook them but they would not budge.
And then I had the feeling that you only have in dreams, a lost lonely trapped feeling. It is the feeling that all of reality and time and life have disappeared and all that is left is you and the horrors around you. Would I wake up? Would I ever remember what it was that I forgot? Perhaps that is why I awoke screaming, it was like being born again, it was the realization and the remembrance; the embrace of reality.
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Craziest dream I remember from childhood: a mashup of Star Trek and Star Wars. Captain Kirk was in a wrestling ring deathmatch with one of the Gamorrean pig guards from Jabba the Hutt's palace. He totally got beat badly, and his ear got half tore off. Then he had to beam up to get fixed.
Then myself and friend who were spectators went outside and fought off giant ants with our lazer beams, in white jumper suits and helmets from the classic 1950s science fiction comics.
I was such a geek, even in my dreams.
Ahhhh.....couch forts. Nothing is cooler then making your living room a maze of cushions and coffee tables.
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