Gordon Dreams A Dream

hey guys! gordon stumbled out of bed this morning, sleepy eyed and half asleep still, got dressed and ya. then it hit him. he had had a fantastic dream, a dream of wonders, the dream of dreams !!!! any way, he could not wait to share his wonderful dream with us, his lowly sisters who spent the night dreaming of simon pursuing them through dark alley ways and such (just kidding. i couldnt remember what i had dreamed) ANYWAY, gordon came dashing into the kitchen shouting excitedly "MUST TELL SCALLY AND MORGY ABOUT MY DREAM!! I MUST I MUST!!" he ran into the kitchen, grinning his ears off ready to tell all, where he was greeted wiht a cynical stare from morgy (eyebrow raised), and me, with my mouth gaping open, my spoonful of cereal halfway to my mouth. the spoon dropped out of my hand, which had been numbed with shock. the sound "tink..." of the spoon hitting the floor echoed around the room for a full minute. ( we were not used to this kind of excitement from gordon this early in the morning.) gordon cleared his throat, and asked if we had poured him some cofffee. i simply nodded, my vocal chords still not quite recovered. he sat down and started eating his brekkers. he swallowed and looked at us, we were by now over the shock and eating once again. he announced
" i had a great dream last night... i dreamed we were thatching a roof. and strange and wonderful things were happening i tell you!!! the thatch was leaping from the ground to our waiting hands, and we got it done in no time at all... WOWW!!! ( he said this to instill in us the sense of wonder he was feeling, i was sipping my coffee, and morgy was still raising her eyebrow) ok, then i dreamed that the people in America kept trying to phone me, but my phone wouldnt work. so i ended up with A HUNDRED AND EIGHTY MESSAGES, one hundred and eighty, i tell you!!! (he was foaming at the mouth by this time, because of the weightiness of the message he was proclaiming) but then my phone got a virus. just as i was puzzling on how to fix it, mr. sikma and john showed up wearing shirts that stated " i am a south african". john and i then went to a mall (not sure which one), and i asked john how fiddler on the roof went, but he totally ignored me. he kept walking into a store , and changed into timosi (my oupas 50 year old gardener from malawi) ... strange i tell you. okok, thats not all though..(i almost choked, as i was hoping this crazy fiasco would now end) then bruno ( a kid from our school) appeared at the back door, dressed like a bum. for some reason i had a strange foreboding about him. he asked me where a laundromat was, and i told him. then he told me to go with him in his car (this kid is in 7th grade) but i refused. fearing for your safety (talking to me now) i told you to run round to the front door and come in there and not to talk to bruno. then he carved a strange carving on the tree, and left. that was my wonder-dream. cool eh?"
morgy and i sat there, looking at him with blank stares. the scene was disrupted by my mom coming in and saying "LOOK AT THE TIME!!!" so we got up to brush our teeth. i was glad my brother took me seriously enough to tell me his wonder dream... but then, i dont know. is he ok i wonder?i hope so.

this post was mainly fictionalized by me, the editor. all rights reserved. i obtained permission from the person this post was about to do so, so dont think me some cheat. the dream though, was totally real. he did dream all that i put up, i just made it more interesting.