Chiomara |
03-16-2017 11:51 AM |
Dreamed there was a terribly important bird racing event happening in some town one night, and I was to be one of the announcers (because I always was). The birds vaguely resembled fluffy black chickens but with half of their bodies shaved, and each wore a tiny red, square hat and a small, badly sewn little cape. Since, again, it was night, you could barely see them flying overheard, so really it was an entirely pointless event, but there were a good four or five people who were enthralled and expecting our super important sports commentary. So I and the two others sat with our old-timey microphones and made comments about the birds' "impressive athleticism" and "disarming elegance" (these birds were absolutely not elegant) -- my job was to keep score somehow, so I had to just make up a bunch of nonsensical sports jargon and keep track of which birds had the most sports points. I actually woke myself up from laughing which frightened my roommate.
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