Honey,
I dreamed that I was a part of a three man debate team and we were to compete in a death match against any English speaking opponents. It is a satirical debate trying to outwit the other party by making silly remarks and they have to respond by making a sillier remark. The one with the wittiest remark will win the debate.
The idea is to off balance the other party by being witty and even vulgar. You do that by jousting with them and waited for the other party to respond. As the debate continues the wittier and the more vulgar the responses became.
I remember one line:
"Are you Anglo Saxons?"
"Yes we are."
"The Angelo Saxons are guilty of sex."
"No we are not."
"That's right, thank you for nothing."
Then there is another one:
"How many kinds of English do you speak?"
"We only speak the Imperial English."
"Ah... We speak English, Engrish, Yengglish, Ingleeshe and Bahasa Inggeris."
I was laughing in my sleep as if I was watching a sitcom.
How is it possible that I dream all these things? These are original ideas. I haven't thought about them before.
When I woke up, it was sharp at 6:00 am.
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I don't feel like exercising in the morning. I want to talk some more with you.
You had been very quiet. I wonder why?
My cup is not filled. We talked (or me rather) about many things and still you remain silent.
This is so frustrating. You are quiet, Els is like a stiff. What is happening here? Am I just talking to myself?
Well, I might as well ramble about nothing in that case.
I had been talking to... Never mind. It is irrelevant.
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