Groaning, I roll over. What time was it? Without even opening my eyes, I could tell it was day. Now why the hell hadn't my alarm gone off? Don't tell me it's already broken!!! I just bought that piece of shit. That's what I get for shopping discount department stores. I hear whispering. Matt. Dammit, why hadn't he woken me up? He knows better than to let me sleep late. Wait til he hears about my crazy dream. He wouldn't believe this.....
"Miss? Miss? Are you alright?" Matt asks me. Miss? What kinda weird ass game was Matt trying to pull? He knows damn well I'm not into role playing, especially after that one incident..... Okay, drifting thoughts there, back to the situation at hand. I rub my eyes and look down at my feet. Leather boots. Oh shit.
"Miss?!" Matt's voice was growing rather irritating. And kinda high pitched. Don't tell me I had returned to Munchkinland.
"Who are you now?" I groan, trying my best to sound pissed and intimidating. It probably wasn't working.
"I'm scarecrow." Matt replied, beaming stupidly. I narrowed my eyes, was he drunk?
"Scarecrow? That's your name?" I had come to terms that this probably was not Matt.
"Yes, that's my name."
"What were your parents thinking when they named you that? Obviously they weren't psychic, cause what the hell are you scaring??" The Matt/crow thing looked hurt. Okay, so it was kinda harsh.
Right, um, what to do now. I've upset Matt, who is oddly a scarecrow and I'm guilty about it. Lita, the boy is a scarecrow and you are in some bizarre dream. Snap out of it! "So, Scarecrow, you have any idea about the Wizard of Oz?" I asked. He stood up straight and stared at me like I had something growing out of the top of my head. As a precaution, I touched the top of my head. All clear.
"The Wizard?" He asked. I nodded. "You have to go to Oz to see the Wizard."
"Yeah, I know, he's going to help me get home." I replied. "Well, back to my hotel as least."
Scarecrow smiled at me. "I want a brain."
My head did a '180. WTF???? I kinda backed away from it. "Well you're not getting mine! Jesus, when did you turn into a zombie? And when the hell did Night of the Living Dead become incorporated into this dream?! Huh?! ANSWER ME!!!!" I started breathing rather heavily. Alright, if the singing dwarfs and flying bitches hadn't sent me over the edge, this straw-stuffed, crow nest, brain eating, Matt-look-a-like, zombie son-of-a-bitch sure as hell had. I need liquor.
"Miss? Miss? Are you alright?" Matt asks me. Miss? What kinda weird ass game was Matt trying to pull? He knows damn well I'm not into role playing, especially after that one incident..... Okay, drifting thoughts there, back to the situation at hand. I rub my eyes and look down at my feet. Leather boots. Oh shit.
"Miss?!" Matt's voice was growing rather irritating. And kinda high pitched. Don't tell me I had returned to Munchkinland.
"Who are you now?" I groan, trying my best to sound pissed and intimidating. It probably wasn't working.
"I'm scarecrow." Matt replied, beaming stupidly. I narrowed my eyes, was he drunk?
"Scarecrow? That's your name?" I had come to terms that this probably was not Matt.
"Yes, that's my name."
"What were your parents thinking when they named you that? Obviously they weren't psychic, cause what the hell are you scaring??" The Matt/crow thing looked hurt. Okay, so it was kinda harsh.
Right, um, what to do now. I've upset Matt, who is oddly a scarecrow and I'm guilty about it. Lita, the boy is a scarecrow and you are in some bizarre dream. Snap out of it! "So, Scarecrow, you have any idea about the Wizard of Oz?" I asked. He stood up straight and stared at me like I had something growing out of the top of my head. As a precaution, I touched the top of my head. All clear.
"The Wizard?" He asked. I nodded. "You have to go to Oz to see the Wizard."
"Yeah, I know, he's going to help me get home." I replied. "Well, back to my hotel as least."
Scarecrow smiled at me. "I want a brain."
My head did a '180. WTF???? I kinda backed away from it. "Well you're not getting mine! Jesus, when did you turn into a zombie? And when the hell did Night of the Living Dead become incorporated into this dream?! Huh?! ANSWER ME!!!!" I started breathing rather heavily. Alright, if the singing dwarfs and flying bitches hadn't sent me over the edge, this straw-stuffed, crow nest, brain eating, Matt-look-a-like, zombie son-of-a-bitch sure as hell had. I need liquor.