2007 / 12 / 22 Richard N. Rattus
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A dream that is unique because it came out as a story and even has dream poetry!
Richard N. Rattus
Dec 22, 2007. 2:30 a.m. A non lucid dream.
Hi. My name is Richard N. Rattus. I'm a friendly sort of guy, have a voracious appetite, am covered in brown fur, and stand about 10 inches tall. That's right, I am a rat - Richie Rat as my friends call me. My mom really hates that name. She wishes I would go by my proper title - Prince Richard. You see, I really am the prince in the Brown Clan, but I'm not sure I like being a prince. Sometimes I just wish I could be a normal guy - perhaps my life would be less complicated and I wouldn't have as many hard decisions to make. So far, being a prince has caused me a lot of problems - mostly due to girls and expectations of marriage. Let me explain.
Not long ago I dated Mary Beth from Green Clan. Put bluntly, she was rather ugly for a princess. She was much too skinny (underfed in my opinion) with sparse lackluster fur. When she smiled, she about blinded me. Gads! her teeth weren't nearly long enough or yellow enough to be a proper rat. Despite her, uhm, visual shortcomings, I was obligated to go out with Mary Beth a few times. Perhaps it wouldn't have been so bad if she had been nice to me, but we didn't get along that well either (there have always been hushed rumors that she is half shrew - the illegitimate product of a parental dalliance).
Jenny is my current girlfriend. She's from Blue Clan and man is she hot - every rat's dream come true.
What's the problem with this scenario you say? Well, my grandmother came to me a few days ago and told me that she had seen a vision. An important vision that she needed to share with me. She reached out and took my paws in hers. Immediately, my mind shifted, as if seeing in a dream.
A large castle tower appeared. It was made of rough cut stone, grey and weathered. It rose to incredible heights and was topped with a blue roof. The roof had the emblem of a skull and cross bones on it - run through with a sword. The following poem was written on the wall.
Death and destruction
Pestilence will come.
Dark days are nigh,
Full of fear and dread,
If to Blue you are wed.
Then the roof on the castle tower changed to green. It was emblazoned with an eagle clutching a cornucopia. The poem shifted.
Health and wealth,
Prosperity abounds.
With joy the people sing,
When you unite with Green.
