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An adventure
Apr. 8th, 2007 11:23 amAfter walking into my parents' bedroom I searched around on the sideboard, but the only thing I found was a small yellow kiwi living in a tub of margarine with a bed made out of pipecleaners. When I picked it up it grabbed onto my finger with its single large triangular tooth and refused to let go, but it was just trying to cut my nails into the right shape so that was all right. Coming downstairs again, I remembered that we had to free the ghosts from the castle by making them solid again, but the obvious solution of combining the small green transparent ones didn't work because they were magnetic and repelled each other.
Eventually we had to summon a portal into Leonardo Da Vinci's workshop, and the man himself drew a network of toothpaste, jumpers, etc. on the ground while we held a Seder around the dining table. The portal had to be summoned away from any maps or charts, which is a bit of a job in Leonardo's workshop, but we somehow managed it while avoiding the noise from the office party being held next door. There was a window into the office and someone from TV was there too, but he looked exactly like Bryan from Whitney's flat in Oxford so no one was interested.
Later on we had a get-together in the living room with the neighbours, where my brother ate all the Skittles and one of the women from next door kept talking too much. I turned her volume down but began to feel bad about it, so I removed the barricade of chairs blocking the door and went into the bathroom, where I caught a bus to Boston Airport. Along the way I realized that it was going to take too long to get there, so I went to the middle door of the bus and opened it telepathically using the small brain that I kept in my shoes. Seeing the opposite bus stop was on the other side of the road, I took a set of twisting stairs down under the bridge that more resembled a ladder from their steepness, all the time thinking what I would say about this in my Livejournal. Descending into darkness, I was hit by a passing vegetable before losing consciousness.
Later on that night I had a dream. I can't remember what it was.
Eventually we had to summon a portal into Leonardo Da Vinci's workshop, and the man himself drew a network of toothpaste, jumpers, etc. on the ground while we held a Seder around the dining table. The portal had to be summoned away from any maps or charts, which is a bit of a job in Leonardo's workshop, but we somehow managed it while avoiding the noise from the office party being held next door. There was a window into the office and someone from TV was there too, but he looked exactly like Bryan from Whitney's flat in Oxford so no one was interested.
Later on we had a get-together in the living room with the neighbours, where my brother ate all the Skittles and one of the women from next door kept talking too much. I turned her volume down but began to feel bad about it, so I removed the barricade of chairs blocking the door and went into the bathroom, where I caught a bus to Boston Airport. Along the way I realized that it was going to take too long to get there, so I went to the middle door of the bus and opened it telepathically using the small brain that I kept in my shoes. Seeing the opposite bus stop was on the other side of the road, I took a set of twisting stairs down under the bridge that more resembled a ladder from their steepness, all the time thinking what I would say about this in my Livejournal. Descending into darkness, I was hit by a passing vegetable before losing consciousness.
Later on that night I had a dream. I can't remember what it was.
