I woke up last night and there was a gremlin on chest, one of the ones people see on the wings of planes.
Anyway, there's no way I'd let that stand, so I trapped it in my duvet, rolled it onto the floor, and choked the little bastard until it stopped kickin'.
Funny thing, it turns out later that I was just dreaming, and now I'm single again.
This is a very true story (fortunately my girlfriend wasn't there that night though...), and among the least of my sleep walking. I went at the gremlin tooth and nail, and massacred my doona. That's why I don't keep a knife near my bed anymore.
posted Apr 9th, 2006 ( permalink )
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