• Linker Dreams

    • Because you just can't get enough of us. Well, here's more for you Linker addicts. Franklin and I have decided to keep track of our dreams online where anyone can see them. It's frightening, I know. We just want to share. Please feel free to use the comments section for psychoanalysis.
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    • DALIA: needed a good laugh so i hunted this story down again. hope youll still have a hoity toity outfit for special...
    • Gooberdoober: I thought the weird thing was you. Actually, the weird thing is probably people will pour over this in...
    • Sinora: very true to life, this dream! I do have weird clothes and wonky teeth! he he xx
    • Jen: I laughed so hard on this one!
    • imp: got pics of that outfit? sounds cute. ;P=

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Wayne’s 18-Wheeler

Posted by Franklin on November 26th, 2005

Pastor Wayne had recently purchased a large white 18-wheeler that was in need of washing. Seeing the truck, I offered to clean it. I didn’t have exactly what I thought would be best to most effeiciantly clean the truck, but I started anyway. I vigorously sprayed the truck with water, trying to remove what I could, and then I thoroughly wiped every spot that I could with what I had. I was going to wash the top when I woke up.

The Tuxedo Heist

Posted by Ree on January 12th, 2005

Vacationing in New Zealand, Ree and I were zipping down the road in a car (loaned or rented, I do not know), when my extra small bladder let it be know that it was time for a little break. We entered a somewhat large building with a carpeted cafeteria as you entered. Ree and I made our way to the bathroom, which was in complete disarray, and complemented with old-style ceramics (I won’t comment further about the urinals). Before leaving we looked out the window and saw tuxedos strewn on the ground. We then looked around the bathroom again and found a tuxedo that fit me perfectly! It was easy to tell that there had been a wedding the previous day, and obviously the wedding party had decided that there was no need for them any longer. We decided that since they were abandoned, I should take it, because you never know when some hoity-toity dinner affair may come up.

Leaving the bathroom we had to, once again, pass by the dining hall. What had been empty before was now brimming with people who were enjoying their meal. As we passed through the hall, people seemed to glance at us, some out of non-recognition, and a few others at what was under my arm. I picked up the pace a bit, and Ree reached the car first to start it up. I quickly jumped in and we set off down the road enjoying the beautiful scenery. We decided to stop just a short while later to enjoy a park, and have a walk around.

Upon returning to our car, we noticed a family staring into the back of our hatch-back and pointing. I recognized their faces and saw that they were intent on having that tuxedo back. I returned the tux to them, thankful that they hadn’t try to involve the authorities. I felt very guilty and was sorry that I had taken the thing in the first place.

But I’m the one who went bungee jumping…

Posted by Franklin on July 13th, 2004

We were in a grocery store, Ree and myself. It was your typical, not very clean store, but if I remember correctly, you could overlook a beautiful scene of nature (mountains?). As we were checking out, this overlook became dark mountains with frost and clouds all over them. I looked again and the scene was of a city somewhat out of the Lord of the Rings on the mountains. It was very intriguing to Ree and Sharon, so they plunged over the stone banister from where we stood and jumped from a height of about 10 – 15 feet. Landing safely, they jumped again, this time the drop was several hundred feet. I panicked as Sharon jumped first. I thought she would certainly die, when I noticed a lady below catch her. Ree jumped after that, but the wind seemed to catch her and she swung way out to the left. It seemed as though the lady below (now having the look of an angel, with a whitish cape/ parachute around her) would not be able to save Ree, but the lady managed to hook her with a cable and fly with Sharon and Ree to the safety of a tall tower with barbed wire around the top of it. It didn’t seem ideal, but at least Ree was safe.

As I turned to talk to Jeanne about whether or not we would have to rent a helicopter to rescue them, Ree came in the door. We were elated to see her…..