I ran track my freshmen, sophomore and junior years in high school. My nick name was Choo-choo. I started out like a slow locomotive, as I heated up I picked up amazing speed. What most people didn't know was that I ran faster to get away from my own gas. Yes, they lingered. That song Wilson Philips used to sing, "Did you have to let it linger," still cracks me up. :)
Yesterday a lady from the Corhn's & Colitis chapter in Atlanta called me. She wanted me to gather a group and participate in a walk for the cure of Corhn's and Colitis. I often think about things I need to do when I lay down at night. Some of my most creative thoughts begin or end just before, or as I sleep. As I lay there thinking about that conversation I must have fell asleep.
I have to share the dream I had with you. :) I dreamed I was on this track with my friends I had gathered for this C&C Walk. Our group was known as the "Fart Fuzzes." (My Dad still calls me his Little Fart Fuzzy. Squeeze me tight and you're almost always guaranteed a fart.)Any way we were chugging around the track passing other walkers, smiling and saying hello as we passed each other. Every group had their nick names tagged to the back of their shirts. There were all kinds of humorous names, The Squeakers, The Trumpeters, We Blow Hard were just a few of their group names.
As the walk went on there was the constant sight and sounds of all kinds of gas being released. Pretty soon their was a huge green cloud, of gas hovering over the spectators stands. Whew Wee it was nasty, some would even say toxic.
All of a sudden in the crowd President Obama jumps up and shouts, "Eureka! That's the solution to all our fuel needs. We need to harness fart power!" We all stooped. We began looking at each other, wow. Soon all those walkers became so excited, the bathrooms were at full capacity.
Fart power was harnessed, and they finally found several solutions and a few cures, from the excess money made from all our gas. Are your dreams that creative? What do you dream?
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