"A-HA!" you
shriek like an 80's schoolgirl giddy about adding yet another item to
her insanely gaudy charm bracelet. Your head starts spinning and soon
you pass out to the sounds of "I'LL BE GOOOOOOOONE... IN A DAY OR
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" running through your head.
You're whisked away (well, in
your mind at least) and you start to dance and sing in a hand-drawn
comic book land of wonder. You think to yourself silly thoughts like, "I
wonder if I could get a paper cut in here! TEE-HEE!" But in this
imaginary land, your thoughts are heard out loud, and the sheer
stupidity of them angers some disgruntled race car drivers. Drivers who
just happen to have nothing better to do than to stalk you with the very
tools they use to fix their cars.
Running through
countless comic corridors, you try to escape them, but soon enough,
there's nowhere left to run... nowhere left to hide. The music that was
once a favorite tune of yours now sounds more like a death toll as the
angry, wrench-wielding drivers approach. You
close your eyes and tell yourself, "It's only a dream! It's only a
dream!" Then you remember that lesson from those Elm Street movies about
how if you die in your dreams you die in real life too.
