I had a weird dream yesterday. I started in a forest where a fat merchant was having a yard sale. From the clothes, I knew the dream took place in medieval times. As I was looking through the items for sale I came across a small cat cage. In the cage, there was a dirty grey angel with a missing wing. The angel was about my size, but it was stuffed in the cat cage like in cartoons.
For some reason, I needed the one winged angel, so I used the oldest trick in the book. I said to the merchant, “Look over there”. While he was busy looking over there, I picked up the cage, jumped on my horse and rode away.
Read on ahead. It gets weirder!
Weird Dream Gets Weirder
When it was safe, I stopped and asked the caged angel, “If I release you, do you promise not to take bear?” I had meant to ask the angel not to run away. This was my mind’s attempt at recreating old English. My subconscious is no good at making up medieval English. The angel shuffled in his cage a little. I took this to be a yes. I opened the cage and he floated out in front of me.
The first thing I noticed was that the angel was really dirty. Later, I also noticed that the angel was in his pajamas. I needed the angel to assist me in a war against an unnamed enemy. The angel told me it could duplicate any of the enemies units. It could become a tank and place itself strategically on any part of the battlefield. A tank in medieval times would be very useful.
The next thing I knew, I was on facebook. The angel had added all of my friends and was commenting on their profiles. I had the chance to read a few. They were all really stupid. Most of it was complete gibberish. There were comments like, ‘he needs to partake in retard pills’. Even the angel’s display picture was stupid. He still hadn’t taken a bath and was still in his pajamas. Ultimately, the angel ended up embarrassing himself.
I promised myself I would never again eat the food they serve in trains.