TKHooper
Using the words from word association #11 IN ORDER, create a story. Each player to use as many or few words from the list as they like.
Here is a condensed list for you.
Track
Crossing
Guard
body
workout
walking
shoes
feet
massage
oil
lamp
shade
parasoil
tropical drink
umbrella
beach
holiday
celebrate
party
good time
fun
forum
chat
buddies
friends
loyalty
integrity
forthrightness
truth
purity
ivory soap
dry skin
lotion
oil of olay
beauty
queen
band
rubber
ball
children playing
germs
infection
antibiotics
no drinking
abstain
withdrawal
symtoms
treatment
respond
react
mediate
intergrate
separate
propogate
grow
weedspests
annoy
husband
pilot
airplane
stewardess
attend
lady-in-waiting
royalty
uptight
tense
stress
insanity
Psycho
movie
theater
musical
chairs
meeting
business
man
woman
godess
adore
love
unconditional
committed
tuity fruity
peppermint patty
cartoon character
saturday morning cartoons
sleeping late refreshing
lemon
used car
second hand
retro
backwards
past
present
*****the end*****
The Story
Once upon a time there was a wonderful wacky train crossing guard. It was his job to make sure the trains got safely across the road by my house. His body was starting to age and he needed a work out so he started walking the tracks everyday. Sadly he only had one pair of shoes and these shoes pinched his feet horribly.
So he asked his girlfriend if she would give him a massage by the light of an oil lamp and she said, "Of course" and smiled. He noticed her shade of lipstick looked good enough to eat and recalled the first time they met, she was carrying a parasol sipping some tropical drink that looked like a Maitai, or was it really an umbrella and they were on the beach , his mind was getting fuzzy and warm as every ache and pain disappeared. As he drifted off to sleep and into a dream.
He saw himself and his girlfriend enjoying a holiday in Hawaii. All of his family and hers were there, everyone seemed to want to celebrate something. But he couldn't quite figure out what. So he just decided to enjoy the party and have a good time. Although it was a fun dream,it had some disturbing elements.
When he awoke he went online in search of a dream forum to chat about what was bothering him. He located a spot called "Dream Buddies ". While there he met a person named "Just2b friends ",who said he shared the same dream. Their conversations immediately switched to their girlfriends' loyalty and a deep discussion about marriage and qualities they thought were important for a permanent relationship such as loyalty and integrity . As they shared in forthrightness it helped them think more clearly about the seriousness of the lifetime decision they both were considering, since the truth of the matter is it's not all "happy, happy dream, dream" all relationships have problems and if they could not forgive the alledged lack of purity in their girlfriend's now - it was doubtful they could forgive any of their unrealistic expectations in the future, a heavy ring around their neck would drag them both down.
Having discussed such problem areas of his dream life, our friend the guard now felt as light and floaty as a bar of ivory soap.
His itchy dry skin now began to bother him. He grabbed a bottle without realizing it was hair removing lotion . Hoping to neutralize the lotion he grabbed the oil of olay and rubbed it all over his body. And at that instance he knew that no beauty queen was worth it. He was a bachelor and would remain one forever. Or until...He heard his favorite band on the radio singing "don't sit under the rubber
tree with anyone else but me . . ." his mind flashed back to his grilfriend with her parasol in Hawaii sitting by herself under a rubber
tree - naw, that was just a dream. He quickly turned off the radio. He grabbed the remote and switched on the tube - a ball was rolling in an alley - two children playing saw it and began to chase it - one child kept yelling and pointing " germs " the other child laughing hilariously echoed " infection " ECtion, ection - they finally reached the ball - it had stopped rolling - it bounced up and down three times - turned around and said softly " antibiotics " and both children disappeared in a puff of smoke - the ball turned into a pill then the company's Logo appeared on it - That's a STUupid ad he said aloud . . ."I think so too-I turn it off every time I see that ball rolling" he heard his girlfriends voice outside his screen door - and suddenly he had a huge sense of relief.
He promised himself no drinking before bed ever again. And he probably should abstain from any other mind altering substances too. If he got too used to having these kind of dreams he might get addicted to dream forums on the computer! What if the electricty went out? He might suffer withdrawals and symptoms that he knew he would have to seek treatment for. but knowing his hyper sensitive system would not respond to anything except the purest of mothers milk, he didnot know how to react to his possible treatments. He decided to self mediate between his awake and dream states in order to integrate his girlfriend into his world permantely. Otherwise our poor poor train crossing guard friend would have to live a seperate and lonely life with ...no chance to propagate ...no chance to watch his children grow like
weeds...no chance of having much-loved pests to annoy him. He might also never be able to be a husband.
He knew he had to get a grip on things. So he decided that he would just take care of the normal weekend chores. Starting with the piled up mail sitting on his coffee table. As he sorted through he saw one envelope with a wax seal on the back and decided to open it first. It was a heavily embossed invitation and the first thing he saw was that he would be picked-up by a pilot and flown in a jet airplane with a stewardess aboard, to attend to his every need. The Lady-in-Waiting Beatrix was marrying into the Norwegian Royalty and requested his presents at the wedding.
He remembered her as the uptight , tense girl he had taken to the Senior Prom...
. .the stress she was going through trying to hide her feet under her dress seemed to border on insanity - just because all the other girls had on high heels and she did not - at the time I thought - what a Psycho - and now, here I am with my one pair of shoes I wouldn't think of wearing them to such an event.
The crossing guard was sure this would make the plot for a good movie that most anyone would pay extra to see in the theater. He decided to make it a bare foot musical with dancing on the stairs and chairs.
The next several months were spent writing every spare moment he could find and his girl friend encouraged as well as edited, typed and sent off the final manuscript. One week later there was the tele- meeting set up and the day after a limo arrived in his driveway - a business man in a blue pinstriped double breasted suit stepped out, followed by a woman who looked like a goddess except for the horned rimmed glasses. At the same time his girlfriend drove up, whom by now he can't help but totally adore for her love and unconditional help she's given over the months. Knowing he could never live without her help and understanding, he committed himself to his girlfriend. Asking only that the wedding have tutti-fruiti champagne and peppermint patty wedding cake. The girlfriend felt like a cartoon character bride and begged for the wedding to be a normal event not including his norwegian lady-in-waiting ex-girlfriend.
While watching Saturday morning cartoons because he couldn't sleep late and get a refreshing rest. He decided that maybe he should give in to her request. But he at least wanted lemon tarts at the wedding. He also wanted a promise that noone would decorate his used car being sure it wouldn't stand up to the abuse. It was second hand from his father. What his dad affectionately called retro in his funny way. Thinking backwards in time like this and laughing over his past put the train crossing guard in a very good mood. Up he jumped to face his present with joy and happiness.
The End
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Authors:
TKHooper, gardenmom32210, Fernie, SharonSEVirginia, Phoenix
