Pen Thrower
Beach Comber
Kurt,
I had a dream last night that you started your own congregation. I have no idea how I got there but you had constructed a warehouse next to the bay. I park my car and make my way to the door. Inside,you are sitting on stage in a monstrous King's throne dressed in a long, velvet robe passionately practicing your sermon like some televangelist. Interrupting your speech, were other actual priests on the stage with you practicing their speeches under your disdainful direction.
I sit down at one of the many round tables set in the room and a waitress brings me a plastic menu. As I sit at the table, I see other locals filing in; groggy because it is early in the morning. You rip into one of the priests for not being fiery enough and begin to make your way to my table. You ask if I want to go hit the "Wild Turkey" bottle with you and the reverend. As we walk outside we pass several hair bands rehearsing in a barn. I ask you about them, and you reply that they are part of the choir.....
We finally reach the outdoors and there are cars and people as far as the eye can see. You hand me the bottle of wild turkey, and tell me, with a big grin,---it's finally happening. I wake up to my own scream...
What do you think this means.... :
I had a dream last night that you started your own congregation. I have no idea how I got there but you had constructed a warehouse next to the bay. I park my car and make my way to the door. Inside,you are sitting on stage in a monstrous King's throne dressed in a long, velvet robe passionately practicing your sermon like some televangelist. Interrupting your speech, were other actual priests on the stage with you practicing their speeches under your disdainful direction.
I sit down at one of the many round tables set in the room and a waitress brings me a plastic menu. As I sit at the table, I see other locals filing in; groggy because it is early in the morning. You rip into one of the priests for not being fiery enough and begin to make your way to my table. You ask if I want to go hit the "Wild Turkey" bottle with you and the reverend. As we walk outside we pass several hair bands rehearsing in a barn. I ask you about them, and you reply that they are part of the choir.....
We finally reach the outdoors and there are cars and people as far as the eye can see. You hand me the bottle of wild turkey, and tell me, with a big grin,---it's finally happening. I wake up to my own scream...
What do you think this means.... :
