Terran Nytefyer's blog: "Rantings, Ramblings, & Ruminations"

(Like anyone cares, but anyway … )

In this dream, my gf and I were still living in our apartment, but we were housing a bunch of midgets, too.

We didn’t, like, adopt them or anything … we were just “holding” them until their, uh … rightful owners could come get them.  (I think they were lost or something … it wasn’t entirely clear) :-/

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Anyway, my gf pulled out a wad of money from her pocket and sat it on the end table, then headed into the bathroom.

I walked into the kitchen to start dinner.

I turn around to glance back into the living room, and the midgets were trying to gobble down the money.

I don’t mean “gobble down” as a metaphor for them trying to steal it.  I mean “gobble down” as in “they were trying to eat the fucking money.”

So, I rushed back into the living room and screamed, “STOP EATING THE MONEY!  STOP IT!  QUIT EATING THE MONEY!”

There was a perfect bite mark taken out of a 5-dollar bill, and one of the midgets had frozen in terror, staring at me, with a quarter in his fingers just an inch or so from his open mouth.

“Put down the money!  We don’t eat money in this house!  STOP EATING THE FUCKING MONEY!”

So … then I woke up.

I realized that this dream was a warning: Midgets are expensive to raise.  Not because they’ll eat you out of house and home, but because they’ll literally eat all your fucking money.

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Yeah.