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   David to All   
   2nd Gab Dream Story   
   27 Dec 20 06:43:36   
   
   From: daviderl31@yahoo.com   
      
           No one visiting, so time for  . . .   
      
      
                           Gabrielle's Second Dream   
      
      
   "Lila. Wake up."   
      
   "Gabrielle? It can't be time to get up already. It's not even light   
   outside."   
      
   "I know. But I had another dream. You've GOT to hear about it!"   
      
   "Can't it wait 'til morning. I'm SO sleepy!"   
      
   "Come on, Lila. Wake up. I want to tell you before I forget it."   
      
   "Oh, all right."   
      
   Lila sat up on the bed, crossed her legs, put her pillow in her lap, but   
   kept her eyes closed.   
      
   "Tell me the dream."   
      
   "Aren't you going to open your eyes?"   
      
   "I can listen with my eyes closed."   
      
   "No you can't, you'll fall asleep. Lilllaaaaaa!"   
      
   "Okay! They're open! See? Is this one about Xena again?"   
      
   "Why would you think that?"   
      
   "Because she's all you dream about, even if you won't admit you're really   
   dreaming about YOU wanting to be like her."   
      
   "I don't know what you're talking about. Now hush. In this dream Xena and I   
   are camping out in the woods...."   
      
   "I doubt THAT! You HATE camping out!"   
      
   "Well not in this dream I don't. So we're camping out, and one morning I   
   notice that a corner of one of my scrolls has been torn off...."   
      
   "What scrolls?"   
      
   "I'm not really sure. I just have all these scrolls I've been writing on.   
   Anyway, Xena tore off a piece of one because she couldn't find any good   
   leaves to use for -- well, YOU know.  So I get real mad at her about it   
   because it had some writing on it...."   
      
   "What did it say?"   
      
   "I don't know! Do you really have to ask all these questions?"   
      
   "How am I going to know what you're talking about? You're always leaving out   
   details."   
      
   "Just let me finish. Anyway, so I got really mad at Xena, and she had the   
   nerve to say she took it because it didn't have much writing on it! Like how   
   much writing determines how important it is!"   
      
   "Well, she could have torn off a piece with a LOT of writing on it."   
      
   "Sometimes I wonder why I even bother to tell about my dreams."   
      
   "Okay, okay. So what happened next?"   
      
   "Actually, that was just about all."   
      
   "That's all? And you woke me up just for that?!" Lila threw herself back   
   down and put the pillow over her face.   
      
   "Oh! I almost forgot! There was something else, but I can't remember whether   
   it was before or after she tore my scroll."   
      
   Talking through the pillow, Lila asked, "Does it really matter?"   
      
   "No, I guess not. Come on sit up. Let me tell you this part and then you can   
   go back to sleep."   
      
   "This better be good."   
      
   "We were both asleep, and suddenly, I don't know, four or five bandits   
   attacked us. Of course Xena was instantly awake, but instead of using her   
   sword, she grabbed my only frying pan and started whacking them with it...."   
      
   "What were you doing with a frying pan? You don't cook."   
      
   "Lila, why do you keep interrupting me? Don't you know that in dreams we can   
   do whatever we want to? And I do so cook, I'm just not as good at it as you   
   are. But like I was saying, by the time I woke up all these bandits had been   
   run off and my frying pan was completely ruined. So I asked Xena why she had   
   to use it, and she said something about being creative when she fights. I   
   was so mad because now we had nothing to cook the fish in."   
      
   Lila sat silently, staring at Gabrielle.   
      
   "What? No sarcastic remark about me not liking fish?" Gabrielle asked.   
      
   "No. Just waiting for the Big Exciting Ending. There IS a Big Exciting   
   Ending isn't there?"   
      
   "Maybe you should go back to sleep now." Gabrielle whispered quietly. "We   
   wouldn't want to wake up Mother and Father."   
      
   Shaking her head in pity, Lila laid back down. "Gabrielle, you need help. I   
   sure feel sorry for Perdicus. After you two get married neither one of you   
   will ever get any sleep."   
      
   "Excuse me?"   
      
   Realizing what she said, Lila laughed out loud. "I wasn't talking about your   
   wedding night. I was talking about him having to listen to your weird dreams   
   all night long."   
      
   "Then maybe I won't marry him at all! Maybe I'll just stay here with you   
   until I'm an old woman and keep YOU up all night."   
      
   "I knew it! Just another excuse NOT to marry Perdicus.  You ought to be   
   ashamed of yourself.  Any girl would be GLAD to have him for a husband."   
      
   "Then YOU marry him!"   
      
   "But he doesn't love ME, Gabrielle. He loves you."   
      
   "Aren't I the lucky one?"   
      
   From somewhere in the house, a male voice boomed out, "If you two don't shut   
   up and let me get some sleep, neither one of you will know what a Good   
   Morning is, much less a Wedding Night!"   
      
   Giggling, both sisters snuggled together under the blanket, poking and   
   tickling the other until they drifted off to sleep. One dreaming of her   
   sister's incredibly romantic wedding. The other dreaming of a tall, dark,   
   beautiful Warrior Woman riding up to rescue her from a fate worse than   
   death: a dreary life of housework and child rearing with the slowest,   
   dullest man ever born.   
      
                                   THE   (kinda sorta)  END   
      
      
   David   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)   

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