Dreamland

Hey! I'm new to writing.com, just happened to stumble here. :)

So I've been pumping the nighttime coughsyrup as a result of a particularly nasty headcold, and I gather it is conducive to outlandish and particularly plotted dreams:

Our scene opens on a church courtyard, where a loud three-person pirate crew manning a replica pirate ship, complete with wheels in the absense of water, rolls in and begins to demand audience attention. Of course, the attention is granted, in which case the pirates begin to drag audience members onto the ship to start swabbing the decks! In any case, it's a hilarious and compelling crew of swashbucklers who end up winning the hearts of onlookers. Somewhere in the middle of the show one of the pirates shouts "Where's Swabby! Where's that son-of-a-bilge rat?" And, right on que, a rather large rat scampers onstage. "Swabby ol' boy!" The trained rat takes a bow, delighting the audience with his rodentine antics. After some banter he goes on to scamper up some poor audience member's leg. "Swabby!" cries one of the pirates. "Careful, now! Don't get fresh, or I'll toss you overboard."

.... Anyways.

Last night's dream wasn't particularly as jovial as that (It included a death and a broken heart), but next time something interesting comes up I'll be sure to post it :)