In my dream I was Ensign Wesley Crusher, except I was really me and I had a really nice set of perky young breasts. This pleased me immensely but it was urgent that I locate a toothbrush for the cat. This is when I noticed that the penguin had ceased to function.
All of a sudden, my third-grade teacher warned me that the chalkboard erasers had become slippery and I began running in slow-motion. Someone who looked like Wally Cox (but who was really Julie Andrews) appeared as though he wanted to say something. This struck me as odd since I wasn’t looking at him but I could see him anyway.
A grand piano appeared and its keys became teeth which smiled a very beautiful smile and then I woke up.
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You dreamed you were Wesley Crusher and you didn't try harming yourself? Fail!
Too true, Jason.
I need a re-write to make it clear that those delectable breasts were what kept me from cutting my own throat.
Consider it done!
Nah. I changed my mind.
But yeah, Wesley Crusher made me want to ralph. Funny thing though, the older I get, the less he annoys me.
(This blog post was prompted by watching a rerun of the episode where Wesley and this cute chick are the last ones on the Enterprise not to succumb to a brain-washing video game, hence the breasts. Ha!)
Anyway, they say the actor (Wil Wheaton) has a really good blog -- that he's actually a very funny guy -- but I've never visited it.
I'll try to do so today.
Unless I change my mind . . .
[puts on evil video game glasses]
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