| I was in my grandma’s old house, watching some DVD’s on her TV. As I’m idly watching, Mary Yankovic strolls up to me. “Hello dear.” I get up and attempt some gangsta-style hand gestures-failing miserably, I might add-and say “Yo Mary, wazzup my homey?” And Mary-sweet, gentle Mary-does the gestures right back at me and says “Word.” At this point, she looked at her watch. “I have to go dear, I’ll be late for the adult’s meeting!” She turned and went into the back bedroom. I flopped back down into the armchair and kept watching. Suddenly the screen was blocked by the carpet. “What the heck?” It turns out that there was a monster living under the carpet. He had stood up to get something to eat, and he had heard my voice….so he was gonna eat ME! I screamed and ran away, out of the house, down the street, and into a virtual reality game. (Weird…) I met up with a friend there, and we decided that the only way to be safe from the monster was to camoflauge ourselves in the VR world for as long as we could. She suggested that we follow a lady who was grocery shopping. I agreed. Several hours later, (how many groceries can one lady BUY? Sheesh!) we figured that we’d be safe to leave. As we left, we grabbed a pair of psychiatric ward nurses’ outfits and put them on over our clothes as a disguise. We then hotwired a burglar’s car (he was busy in someone’s house, stealing the silverware) and drove back to my grandma’s house, where we found that the monster had moved out. My Take On It Next Dream |
| Mary Goes Gangsta 01/16/02 |