CASE #1: KRILLIN
Deep within Kame house, in the room of 18 and Krillin, Krillin was tossing and turning:
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"Wake up everyone, wake up!" Krillin was frantically calling. "The house is on fire!"
"Why do you have to start fires in the middle of the night, Krillin?!" 18 glared at her husband, one hand on her hip.
"WHAT?! ME?! I didn't start it! I woke up and smelled smoke, that's all!"
18 rolled her eyes with disgust as she calmly walked into their daughter's room. "Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to get Marron to sleep? And NOW I have to go wake her up..."
"Hey there, Krillin, what's cookin'?" Master Roshi walked into the kitchen, right past the raging fire consuming the stove.
"The HOUSE is cooking!" Krillin sweatdropped.
"Oh, is that so?" Master Roshi chuckled, nudging Krillin and winking at him.
"NO! The house is on FIRE! We have to call 911!" Krillin grabbed the cell phone and they all quickly made their way outside. "Wait a second...we're on an ISLAND! We CAN'T call 911!"
As he frantically looked around the tiny island that only held the Kame house and nothing more (this is a DREAM, guys...), he realised something. "Oh no! My magazines! I have to save my magazines!"
"What?" 18 called after him. "Krillin, what do you think you're doing!"
But it was too late. Krillin had already run inside the house and into their bedroom. He lifted the mattress, pulled out an armful of magazine and raced back outside with a sigh of relief. "Phew! They're safe!" Suddenly he raised an eyebrow, looking at the covers. "What the... Betty Crocker's Ten Best recipes? Martha Stewart's Home Decorating Secrets?"
"Aw, Krillin...," 18 smiled. "Were you trying to learn to be a better stay-at-home Dad while I fly jets for a living?"
"What?! Since when do you fly jets?"
18 looked at him with hurt. "Haven't you even NOTICED my absence the last three years??"
"...Oh...of course I have honey!" Krillin tried to save himself.
They all turned as a giant titlewave moved in from the ocean.
"Daddy, what is THAT?" Marron pointed curiously.
"Oh no! There's no where to go!" Krillin began stripping in panic, revealing his red polka-dotted long johns.
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"Krillin!" 18 shoved her husband off the bed.
Krillin's eyes snapped open. "...Wha..."
"You were yelling something about Betty Crocker...," 18 raised an eyebrow.
Krillin grinned stupidly. "Oh...I guess I was having a nightmare. "Boy! It must have been that cheesecake! That was the STRANGEST dream!"
But little did Krillin know that across the Earth, and in the lookout, many others were having much STRANGER dreams...
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I know Krillin's dream was really short. Some of these WILL be short, and some will be long. I don't know which ones yet though. Stay tuned for Piccolo's dream. It's DEFINITELY stranger than Krillin's.
Deep within Kame house, in the room of 18 and Krillin, Krillin was tossing and turning:
~
"Wake up everyone, wake up!" Krillin was frantically calling. "The house is on fire!"
"Why do you have to start fires in the middle of the night, Krillin?!" 18 glared at her husband, one hand on her hip.
"WHAT?! ME?! I didn't start it! I woke up and smelled smoke, that's all!"
18 rolled her eyes with disgust as she calmly walked into their daughter's room. "Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to get Marron to sleep? And NOW I have to go wake her up..."
"Hey there, Krillin, what's cookin'?" Master Roshi walked into the kitchen, right past the raging fire consuming the stove.
"The HOUSE is cooking!" Krillin sweatdropped.
"Oh, is that so?" Master Roshi chuckled, nudging Krillin and winking at him.
"NO! The house is on FIRE! We have to call 911!" Krillin grabbed the cell phone and they all quickly made their way outside. "Wait a second...we're on an ISLAND! We CAN'T call 911!"
As he frantically looked around the tiny island that only held the Kame house and nothing more (this is a DREAM, guys...), he realised something. "Oh no! My magazines! I have to save my magazines!"
"What?" 18 called after him. "Krillin, what do you think you're doing!"
But it was too late. Krillin had already run inside the house and into their bedroom. He lifted the mattress, pulled out an armful of magazine and raced back outside with a sigh of relief. "Phew! They're safe!" Suddenly he raised an eyebrow, looking at the covers. "What the... Betty Crocker's Ten Best recipes? Martha Stewart's Home Decorating Secrets?"
"Aw, Krillin...," 18 smiled. "Were you trying to learn to be a better stay-at-home Dad while I fly jets for a living?"
"What?! Since when do you fly jets?"
18 looked at him with hurt. "Haven't you even NOTICED my absence the last three years??"
"...Oh...of course I have honey!" Krillin tried to save himself.
They all turned as a giant titlewave moved in from the ocean.
"Daddy, what is THAT?" Marron pointed curiously.
"Oh no! There's no where to go!" Krillin began stripping in panic, revealing his red polka-dotted long johns.
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"Krillin!" 18 shoved her husband off the bed.
Krillin's eyes snapped open. "...Wha..."
"You were yelling something about Betty Crocker...," 18 raised an eyebrow.
Krillin grinned stupidly. "Oh...I guess I was having a nightmare. "Boy! It must have been that cheesecake! That was the STRANGEST dream!"
But little did Krillin know that across the Earth, and in the lookout, many others were having much STRANGER dreams...
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I know Krillin's dream was really short. Some of these WILL be short, and some will be long. I don't know which ones yet though. Stay tuned for Piccolo's dream. It's DEFINITELY stranger than Krillin's.