Hiddey-Ho Scribblers! J Monkeys here. I only have a quick minute today because I’m joining PJ Sharon at the Granville Harvest Fair – if you are in South Western Massachusetts today, come on down! I hear the pie is to die for.
Speaking of dying, did you ever wonder about that urban legend where if you die in a dream you die in reality? Honestly, it crossed my mind, but I’ve never spent much time wondering about it.
Well, as of 56 minutes ago, I can tell you that it is absolutely NOT true! When my alarm went off at 6:00 this morning, I had just been dreaming about being in a train station when armed gunmen – zillions of ’em – came for me. I hid behind a pole that was way narrower than me and fired back (don’t know where I got a gun) but in the end I was overwhelmed. I tried using the big gun as a club – but I only clubbed a couple before some guy was dancing (kind of a Russian dance, where he was bouncing and kicking his feet out) and waving a knife in my face. A bunch of bullets got me and I fell, just as the alarm went off.
Now this was an unusual dream for me. I often wake tired from saving the world – but I’ve never really failed at it before. Hmmm – that’s a thought that’s gonna fester.
Today’s Secret: I’m alive now and about to pack up my car for the Harvest Fair, so dying in a dream, won’t kill you in reality.
Today’s Question: What urban legends do you worry about?