I I had a dream the other night which I feel the need to blog about. I was a ninja at ninja training camp, and the other ninjas viewed me as the incompetent ninja, ala Chris Farley in Beverly Hills ninja. For our training we were basically supposed to play hide-and-seek, only the person who was "it" was an evil ninja and even though it was "training" the evil ninja had full liscence to kill. In the first hallway, there, poised on the wall was Crazy Bad Ninja. I'm yelling and trying to kung fu him but no sound is coming out of my mouth, and my movements are all in slow motion.This happens often in my dreams. Whenever action is needed, I am completely ineffective. My muscles are jelly and it takes all of my energy just to fling one spaghetti-armed punch. This always happens at the crucial moment. Sometimes I have flying dreams. This sounds like fun right? Wrong. In my most recent flying dream I was being chased by a band of angry treasure trolls while I attempted to lift myself and my little brother off the ground yet I was only able to get off the ground a few feet before falling to the earth again, making what looked like a giant hopping super mario type jump. It's very frustrating. I've determined that these dreams have taught me a)I am an ineffective ninja and should find another life dream and b)Never cross a treasure troll.
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