So why is it that I can never remember the actual narrative of my dreams, but instead come up with tiny little snippets that don't make sense?
For example, from last night:
two tiny inflatable origami chickens, made out of one piece of paper by my brother and inflated using a camelback tube and a foot bellows style pump.
A gas powered car about the size of a Powerwheel, but meant for highway use.
The Pearland High School Marching Band, on tour in Florida.
Some other unnamed political candidate (not Obama)
And somehow this all fit together... Something about Russell and I giving a presentation to the unknown candidate, with the marching band providing inspirational music. The chickens were an integral part of the presentation, and I followed behind the bus to Florida in the little car.
So, here's the challenge. The people who read this blog are pretty creative, I think. So, in the comments, come up with a story, a narrative that uses all of the elements above. You can change names and locations, but the basic pieces have to remain. Have fun!
(note: I just thought about the fact that the comments might be too small of a space. If so, just email me your story and I'll post it here)