Incoherent Scribbles
I keep a pad of paper next to the bed in case I come up with a fantastic idea and need to note it down.
The top sheet contained one usable idea (asking about the chess sets, which turned out hilarious and awesome via the superb comments) and three incoherent scribbles.
1.
Tartan Bologna.
It’s plaid and it might be meat.
My bologna has a first name
(and off to the side, the word “bagpipes”)
2.
It might not have been English, but it wasn’t any other language either, so I think that’s fair.
3.
Tell me, or I break your finger, bitches.
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I would fear anything I would wake up and actually write down. Brook talks in her sleep sometimes and that’s fun enough for me.
Actually, I woke up in the middle of the night with two separate story ideas I might try to write. One of them was actually a dream I had and the other was just a really bad pun that turned into a more serious story as I was blabbing on about it to Brook. That doesn’t make them *good* ideas but they could help me write, unabated by terrible skill.
OK, 1 and 3 sound pretty interesting, actually. Get enough of those together and you’d have the backbone of a good Illuminatus! spoof (ignoring for a moment that it was a meta-spoof of itself, in many ways).
“Bagpipes” is a great name for your bologna.
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@Brad-o
Yeah, I talk in my sleep, too. A lot. I don’t know how much of what my husband recounts I should actually believe.
Like the time I supposedly shot straight up in bed and started frantically brushing off my arms. “What are you doing?” he asked (calmly, as he attests this kind of thing is normal for me). “I’ve got to get the evil off!” I asserted, still swiping my arms. A moment later, I was back asleep.
@Grimmtooth
I…have no idea what Illuminatus! is. *shame*
@Michael
I think I might have been building an advertising commercial for it, and I wanted to note down that I needed to find a bagpipe rendition of the Oscar Meyer song for it.