A couple nights ago I had a dream where I was in class, not sure if it was high school or college. There was going to be a talent show that day, which I was completely unprepared for. The teacher wanted me to go first, but I didn't know what to do - so she handed me a hot pink whistle and motioned for me to sit on a bar stool in the front of the room. The understanding was that I was supposed to play something on the whistle, even though it was like one of those gym whistles that only makes one noise. So I started trying to make a noise with it, but I couldn't get enough air going to make a substantial noise (I think I was nervous). I was trying to get some kind of rhythm going, but the air flow problem made that difficult. Eventually I started spinning around on the barstool - not just my body but the whole stool, even though it's not an easily spinnable object. This made me feel better - I felt that by spinning the barstool, I was exhibiting some real talent.
Then last night, Arthur and I made up this story (it was close to 3 am and we were both getting very sleepy):
Once, there was a man made out of burps. The End.
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