Shlorgenator

But I don’t have enough buffalo wool to do it and I can’t find any in Calgary. I would really appreciate the help. Does anyone know where I could find some, preferably close to Calgary?

So I had another dream last night. Me and Liz were going to go downtown so we went to the train station. Beside the train station there was a lovely snow capped mountain. While waiting for the train, we decided to climb said mountain. This served the dual purpose of seeing when the train would arrive, and aiding Liz’s mother in her research. Karen was doing a research paper on the murder rates in relation to muskoxen on the mountain. We followed the map that showed where these murders had happened. As we went, I realized that the connection was the amount of people in the area. Muskoxen hated people!

At this moment, Liz and I came into a beautiful meadow. I was very worried about being attacked by a muskox so I went to stand guard. Sitting in a tree, because they can’t climb trees, I observed a reserve for the beasts at the top of the mountain. Some hikers were climbing towards it. They were charged by one of the monster’s and gored. I quickly ran back, having my theory proved, and pushed Liz into a bush so the muskox couldn’t see us or smell us. Then we furtively crept back down to the train platform.

Before we got to the bottom though, I noticed that there was now snow everywhere, which disguised a giant white frog very well. It had to have been eight feet at the least. Behind the evil frog, a couple had snuck up. The girl jumped on to it’s back and stabbed it in the neck. The frog did not die though. Instead it turned around and ripped the girl in two. Her boyfriend screamed in defiance, and jumped onto the back while stabbing it repeatedly. The frog hopped off into the sunset.

Me and Liz quickly ran onto the train, which had just arrived. Both of our parents were there, telling us they could now give us a ride. I was busy telling Karen the connection between the muskox murders. She was telling me and Liz that we were idiots, and the obvious connection was a flower that wasn’t even in all the spots. She ignored all the scientific proof that we had gotten. Then the frog broke through the window and grabbed her.

Thank goodness I woke up since otherwise Karen would have been destroyed.

So last night I dreamed that I was Malcolm from Malcolm in the Middle. The entire dream all I did was run around with my brothers and getting into shenanigans, from the episodes.

My dream was a clip show of Malcolm in the Middle. What is this world coming to?