She asked, in a somewhat testing way, who would be willing to sell their pink Harley Davidson right now?
Looking around, I saw other raise their hand, so I stuck mine up in the air as well. Sure, I’ll sell it. I hate pink.
Archive for ‘Dreams’
Short Dreams: Smoked Ham
I joined a walk with some kids and their caretakers for a school project. As I was proudly digging into the ham, my friend Mary takes a second look.
“That ham is rotten.” she says.
Short Dreams: My Car!
We were stopped by a police road block almost instantly, just before the ferry. They sprayed our hands and didn’t say anything. We responded by staring sheepishly past their shoulders, as if in a trance. You know, the way your cat looks at birds through the window. The officers just stood there, staring back at us.
Short Dreams: Fishing for Pigs
There was a new wilderness area, just sprung into existence by the side of the road, seemingly out of nowhere. […]
Short Dreams: Mom in Jail
So I dreamed my family was visiting from the Netherlands and suddenly mom went missing. I found out she’d been […]
The Lion and I
In my dream, all the smartphones in the world had stopped working and most people had left cities to go […]
Marjolein Goes to America 