04-06-2006, 10:49 PM
I've been working on the Reggae on the River crew for 2006 in my conscious state, so it's really been on my mind lately and I've had a few dreams about it, mostly anxiety because I have to be responsible for my crew. It's just like Capt. Kirk and a squad of redshirts sometimes. Anyway, LB has been one of my trusted accomplices in this venture so for him to enter one of the RotR anxiety dreams seems natural.
We're at the new site and looking at our geodesic dome. They've added a parachure tent canopy behind it and we're pretty happy about that. We decide that we should set our tents up under it. Suddenly the parachute spontaneously bursts into flame. LB is underneath and because he's so tall, it spreads to him immediately. The rest of us escape quickly and the flaming parachute burns up in an instant, leaving a flaming LB running about madly. We all yell 'tuck and roll! tuck and roll!' but there's something comical about a flaming LB in a slapstick looney toons sort of way and before we know it, we're all doubled over with laughter. LB is still on fire, but he begins to see the humor in it and starts doing this funny little dance. That fans the flames, but his skin doesn't seem to be burning, so we all start clapping along to encourage him. I think to myself 'this isn't right'. Eventually he crumples and the flames die out. For a moment, there's silence. Then some one turns to me and asks in a bored tone 'so now what?'
We're at the new site and looking at our geodesic dome. They've added a parachure tent canopy behind it and we're pretty happy about that. We decide that we should set our tents up under it. Suddenly the parachute spontaneously bursts into flame. LB is underneath and because he's so tall, it spreads to him immediately. The rest of us escape quickly and the flaming parachute burns up in an instant, leaving a flaming LB running about madly. We all yell 'tuck and roll! tuck and roll!' but there's something comical about a flaming LB in a slapstick looney toons sort of way and before we know it, we're all doubled over with laughter. LB is still on fire, but he begins to see the humor in it and starts doing this funny little dance. That fans the flames, but his skin doesn't seem to be burning, so we all start clapping along to encourage him. I think to myself 'this isn't right'. Eventually he crumples and the flames die out. For a moment, there's silence. Then some one turns to me and asks in a bored tone 'so now what?'
Shadow boxing the apocalypse