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Mixture of Dreams Part 20 (TV Edition Finale)

Once Upon A Time, it became bedtime, and the Giant was finally ready to sleep. He had a great time viewing his shows, on his big, Beanstalk TV. The Giant got to hang out with his warrior friends, Xena and Spartacus. Even his slasher friends, Michael Myers and Jason Voorhees, came over, and it was marvelous. He loved running into Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, and also the trio of Super Friends, the Titan superheroes.

The Giant decided to watch one last show. He was beginning to feel the coolness of the incoming snow. He flicked through the channels, landing on Married With Children. Love and Marriage, beautiful song of one and a million. He flicked again, landing on The Golden Girls. The Giant flicked once more, this was like War of The Worlds. The indecisiveness made The Giant even more sleepy. He let out a yawwnnn, and decided to turn off the TV.

That’s all folks, enough of the animated video tunes. It was time to rest, and The Giant’s about to hit snooze. Good night, and sweet dreams, you Legendary Writers of Tomorrow. This Giant, hopes that this edition, has helped with bedtime shows, to bestow.

Dreaming

Letting the unknown embrace my mind. The REM time, the blurry line, it’s all images of a sign. Sometimes I can remember, while other times, it phases out of sight.

Weird, is this practical?

I can wake up feeling good, or sad, but it’s all hidden by a hood. The more I press on a scene, the quicker, it evaporates from my screen.

Anyone have this problem?

I could’ve sworn I watched this program before. Deja Vu to the core. The Morpheus lore. Another cut, to add, to the score.

Are we having premonitions?

The recalling of futures past. Viewing of a dream, that’s already been cast. We’ve all worn this mask.

Isn’t this so prudential?!

Getting down to business, I love the clowdy series. It’s like our imagination has created visionary theories. Dreaming feeds our minds with clues. Letting our essence go viral, our thoughts with views.

Walk & Store

Walking to the store, enjoying the scenery. Beautiful gusts of breeze, with beautiful, levitating greenery.

Nature is so colorful and very mysterious. The clouds, the revolving rounds, it’s all so curious.

Coffee, in hand, with cotton and some poly, to toe. Signs of the picture changing, awaiting, the arrival of snow.

I see the musical birds and the brown, running animals. Auburn leaves, from rooted trees, it’s all joyously laughable.

Arriving to my destination, point stops now. It’s euphoric to take a walk, while watching Earth play, it’s beautiful sounds.

Growth Part Two

The need of chapters to evolve. The want of pages to involve. Wanting to become something different. Needing to provoke something whispering.

Change the season. Change the scene. A chance to alter the inner reason. A chance to alter the outer routine.

Something that’s physically similar, mentally peculiar, and spiritually familiar. A rebirth, or another growth.

Sink the Cronus vessel and drown the past. Rise, Zeus ship, and the future cast.

The evolution of a role, growing from a thought. Growth of a soul, and the evolving, of a louder plot.

Mixture of Dreams Part 19 Special Halloween Edition

It’s Halloween night, and all the spooks have come about. It’s like Thirteen Ghosts all over again, spookiness breaking out. The Giant went on a stroll down ol’ Elm street, in Halloweentown. The Giant hoped to get some candy, before Nightfall came around. He spotted Twitches, witches, and a Pinhead, that probably needed stitches. There was Casper, Twilight’s Jasper, and even, some familiar slashers.

The Giant ran into his friends, Michael Myers and Jason Voorhees. How goes thee? The Giant asked. The pair looked sideways, pondering, with their classic masks. He bid them farewells, as they kept lookin’. Maybe, he thought, it’s because of his costume- Vampire in Brooklyn:

The Giant got a basket full of candy corn, from the Children of the Corn. He got his much needed candy, and now, he was ready for a snore. He headed home, tired from his spine-chilling day. It was time for The Conjuring of some dreams, with no sudden delay.

Good night and Happy Halloween, you Shining Writers! This Giant, hopes that any frightening dreams, are captured by the night-lighters!