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Yuki's snowboarding dream.

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At first it was quite nice. On my first run the snow was smooth and groomed to perfection. My surfing and skateboarding past made it a deight. The only downer was not being able to do cheater fives and stuff.

The second run things started out well, the powder was untracked but it started to change, it was creamy smooth and I found myself crusing through large open bowls of Reddi Whip. Goofy footed, every turn to the left I was face planting only thing finer woulda' been Kool Whip I guess but this boarding stuff aint half bad.

Coming out of the Reddi Whip Bowl, the surface gleamed like glare ice. I dragged a knuckle. The next thing I know I'm streaming blood. It wasn't ice at all but the crushed up window glass of every school bus I had ever ridden on and I could hear the drivers laughing at me. A field of moguls was coming up fast so escape was close ... but not to be .... the moguls were piles of daggers and butcher knives and other wicked sharp needles.

I had to escape! The glades .... the soft small fuzzy pine trees were whipping by and it felt so good to be out of there but the trees started to turn to silver .... and the branches round ..... GAWD! razor sharp concertina wire like around jails and prisons.

Then I heard screaming. Nasty sarcastic screaming! There was Miss DeWan .... waking me up and tearing that Surfer magazine out of my half open World History book. "Yuki, you aren't half the student your sister was and she wasn't half the student your father was. You'll be lucky to be pushing a broom in a factory"

I was never so glad to be back in Miss DeWan's world.

the last part is true ... she was old ... and taught my dad .. him in about 1931 and me in about 1967.

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Hmm...Prozac starting to wear off???
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The lunatic is on the grass.
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Tief, isn't that the dark side of the moon?

Moon, snowboard pants, Yuki's a bare..................:
post #5 of 8
Goofyfoot is where those of a right mind find themselves. That in itself testifies to your imagination and intellectual stability. Dream on Yuki.
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Then I heard screaming. Nasty sarcastic screaming! There was Miss DeWan .... waking me up and tearing that Surfer magazine out of my half open World History book. "Yuki, you aren't half the student your sister was and she wasn't half the student your father was. You'll be lucky to be pushing a broom in a factory"

I was never so glad to be back in Miss DeWan's world.

the last part is true ... she was old ... and taught my dad .. him in about 1931 and me in about 1967.
Yuki, this explains a lot. Mine was my kindergarten teacher Miss Inglesbe. Also known as the wicked witch. Once she had the class make a boxing ring out of chairs. Then she put two boys in the ring that were always fighting and let them have at it. True story. You had to be tough in my town at a young age. I haven't had any dreams about Miss Inglesbe in a long time.
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At first it was quite nice. On my first run the snow was smooth and groomed to perfection. My surfing and skateboarding past made it a deight. The only downer was not being able to do cheater fives and stuff.

The second run things started out well, the powder was untracked but it started to change, it was creamy smooth and I found myself crusing through large open bowls of Reddi Whip. Goofy footed, every turn to the left I was face planting only thing finer woulda' been Kool Whip I guess but this boarding stuff aint half bad.

Coming out of the Reddi Whip Bowl, the surface gleamed like glare ice. I dragged a knuckle. The next thing I know I'm streaming blood. It wasn't ice at all but the crushed up window glass of every school bus I had ever ridden on and I could hear the drivers laughing at me. A field of moguls was coming up fast so escape was close ... but not to be .... the moguls were piles of daggers and butcher knives and other wicked sharp needles.

I had to escape! The glades .... the soft small fuzzy pine trees were whipping by and it felt so good to be out of there but the trees started to turn to silver .... and the branches round ..... GAWD! razor sharp concertina wire like around jails and prisons.

Then I heard screaming. Nasty sarcastic screaming! There was Miss DeWan .... waking me up and tearing that Surfer magazine out of my half open World History book. "Yuki, you aren't half the student your sister was and she wasn't half the student your father was. You'll be lucky to be pushing a broom in a factory"

I was never so glad to be back in Miss DeWan's world.

the last part is true ... she was old ... and taught my dad .. him in about 1931 and me in about 1967.

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Yuki, this explains a lot. Mine was my kindergarten teacher Miss Inglesbe. Also known as the wicked witch. Once she had the class make a boxing ring out of chairs. Then she put two boys in the ring that were always fighting and let them have at it. True story. You had to be tough in my town at a young age. I haven't had any dreams about Miss Inglesbe in a long time.

I've studied Freudian Psychology and dream analysis extensively (I was a Psych major, believe it or else) and I can say with some degree of certainty that it's very possible you are both latent gapers.*

*the smiley denotes humor, so don't burn my house down please.
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*the smiley denotes humor, so don't burn my house down please.
Ve hav othza zings in stor vor you!

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