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Mormon Abduction
Sep. 13th, 2011 03:04 pmThe kids screamed "Yonah!" so I came running from the other room to find them playing a bus simulator, the visuals projected onto a wall. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"We crashed into a car," said Yeshayahu.
I looked at them.
They looked back at me, stricken expressions on their faces.
"GREAT JOB!" I shouted, and they burst into cheers and started high-fiving each other.
Meanwhile, in sleep life, I dreamt that on a trip to the diaspora I had been kidnapped by Mormon women. They forced me to do all these boring and wholesome activities. Fortunately, when they were marching me down the street on the way to some Sports in the Park Day or something similarly horrible, I spotted my circus boss. He was coming up the sidewalk, wearing a grey three-piece suit and a top hat. "Run!" he shouted, and opened up a tube beside the road which we jumped into.
We landed in a fairground. One attraction I remember was a man operating a huge wooden ship with thousands of puppet animals on it. He worked it by standing inside and cranking heavy levers. He was sweating and exhausted from the effort.
"Robert, why are you dressed so fancily?" I asked him.
"Because I had been going to get my shoes shined," he said.
"We crashed into a car," said Yeshayahu.
I looked at them.
They looked back at me, stricken expressions on their faces.
"GREAT JOB!" I shouted, and they burst into cheers and started high-fiving each other.
Meanwhile, in sleep life, I dreamt that on a trip to the diaspora I had been kidnapped by Mormon women. They forced me to do all these boring and wholesome activities. Fortunately, when they were marching me down the street on the way to some Sports in the Park Day or something similarly horrible, I spotted my circus boss. He was coming up the sidewalk, wearing a grey three-piece suit and a top hat. "Run!" he shouted, and opened up a tube beside the road which we jumped into.
We landed in a fairground. One attraction I remember was a man operating a huge wooden ship with thousands of puppet animals on it. He worked it by standing inside and cranking heavy levers. He was sweating and exhausted from the effort.
"Robert, why are you dressed so fancily?" I asked him.
"Because I had been going to get my shoes shined," he said.
