By virtue of our familiarity, I can forgo the cumbersome exclamations pertaining to a rationale of explication for having joined this cozy little Blogspot community. Instead, let us instead read of a recent dream - a journey, in search of food.
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Sitting quietly in a house with no light with my comrade Shawn, we gazed around the room in search of activity. Nearly silent, we both wondered why the lights and television and computers were turned off; neither of us resolved to break the silence.
I was determined to break the silence.
"Dude," I proclaimed, "I'm freaking hungry."
"It's too late already," Shawn retorted. "Nothing will be open at this hour. Besides, it's probably cold outside."
Within moments, we were wandering outside in pale blue snow. We stumbled upon a path that was marked by burning torches, that popped and sizzled and punctuated the chilly evening air. Without any other variety of guide or purpose, we began to follow the illuminated path, hoping highly for food.
We eventually found ourselves approaching a very large house; the burning torches lead to the entryway, and provided enough light to see that the house was something more like a tavern. Large, Nordic-looking individuals were entering and exiting the tavern, laughing and shoving and yelling at one another. Shawn and I presumed that large Nordic-looking individuals must also eat food, and entered the establishment to complete our quest.
Inside, I realized that this was not simply a lowly tavern; this was something more! This was a Chinese-food-bar! Scary, hairy men and women were eating lo mein noodles, and drinking flagons of warm mead; an impressive fire roared at the end of the bar within a firepit. A welcome sight: Food was cooking near the hearth!
Shawn and I stealthily crept to the cooking food, and attempted to steal away with it. Holy crap, the big scary men were fast! They noticed our pitiful attempt to steal food, and lifted us into the air! We were punted out the front door, back into the pale blue snow.
Determined not to be disappointed by such a minor setback as being mildly accosted by intimidating men and women, Shawn and I crept back through the front door. Wandering beyond the Chinese-food-bar, we were in momentary awe of the dimensions of this particular indoor establishment: The room opened into a vast bazaar, full of multitudes of people selling various items and goods! Near the center of the bazaar, we could easily discern a high-rising throne, upon which sat the Lord of the Bazaar.
Almost immediately, our presence was once again detected, and large scary men hauled us to the steps before the Lord of the Bazaar. Informed that we were lowly beggars, the Lord of the Bazaar pulled out a poster from beneath his throne; from our vantage point at the bottom of the steps, it appeared to read "Levels of Severity of Punishments."
The Lord of the Bazaar seemed indifferent. "Meh...they're only worth a Level Three or Four on this list. Go slap them around a bit, but please don't tire yourselves," he instructed his minions.
Shawn and I looked at one another. "Screw that!" I yelled, and we dashed for the far side of the bazaar.
Surprisingly, there was not a wall on the far side of the bazaar; rather, there was a mountain that rose through the ceiling, into the sky, and beyond the clouds. At the time, it seemed there was only one option: Ascend.
Shawn and I climbed quickly, finding a slight pathway that lead directly to the distant peak. Heavy snow began to fall, and we knew that, if we were ever to find food for our hungry bellies, we would need to seek out the great hermit of the mountain peak - our comrade, Orion.
After a great deal of climbing and struggling, we neared the peak. The wind blew violently, thrashing us with wretched cold and veritable clumps of snow. At last, ahead - we saw him! Orion! But did he have food for us?
Orion himself had become a part of the mountain; all that we could see of him was a portion of his face, protruding from stones in a wall of the mountain. Like the Cheshire cat, he grinned at us; the wind and snow blew more violently still, and the white clumps of snow began to cover Orion's face.
Eyes wide and teeth bared, Orion gradually disappeared under the accumulating snow of the mountain.
