Your savior has returned (An OakHill double blog)

On July 21 2008 05:54 OakHill wrote:
An amazing dream
Last night as Oakhill closed his eyes and embraced darkness, he did something that he had not done in a long time... he dreamed. His dream was amazing, a story free of societal cliche with a plot that was awe-inspiring. Unbelievable action and fantasy mixed with indescribable emotion. When Oakhill woke up he had a smile on his face.. "Wow," Oakhill thought. "I'm going to write all this down, stories this amazing just don't get told very often." He forced himself over to the bathroom and let loose a stream of OakHill gold. He returned to his bedroom breathing in the delicious scent of alcohol that was emanating from the kitchen. Oakhill plopped upon his bed and smiled, thinking of possibly taking writing classes to put his amazing dream into a paperback and pass his dream off as something of his own creation. Oakhill decided to close his eyes for a few seconds and reflect... until he realized he had drifted off.

Oakhill woke up... a pool of sweat. His pillow sticking to his neck, his pajama bottoms engulfing his legs in heat. He woke up with the image of a giant killer butterfly impregnated in his brain. Oakhill gasped for air but thankfully he was still alive after surviving the encounter. He rolled over and looked at the clock which read 3:47 PM. He realized it was all a dream.. and went to the bathroom to once again pee. As Oakhill exited the bathroom he returned to his room.. but the strange aroma of beer and whatever the hell else is all over the kitchen caught his senses. Then he suddenly realized he had just been in this spot, but his amazing dream has been replaced with the fleeting image of a Killer Butterfly. Oakhill collapsed to the floor with despair, fighting back the tears. He knew his once in a life time dream was lost forever to a silly butterfly. He would be stuck writing blogs for the rest of his days...about black handshakes and protein supplements... just like that idiot Mark Cuban. Then the tears came.

-OakHill