I can imagine falling in an endless drop through foot thick sheets of water, splashing and re-splashing, ad infinitum.

The last man on earth was sitting in his den when he heard a knock at his door.

You, my friend, are a blood clot in the circulation of progress.

Who moved my tree into the living room?
Maybe you moved it in your sleep.

Why is my bathtub in the kitchen?
Did you ask the dog?

Where is my dining room? I swear to god, I left it right here.
Did you check the oven? Maybe someone decided they wanted dinner.

Why is the dog covered in ketchup?
We think he had a nosebleed.

I stumbled upon a website I thought this community might enjoy.

http://www.onesentence.org/about/

This, despite the construction, is my favorite thus far:
"I couldn't bear to tell the girl I loved that I was only dreaming and that she was merely a figment of my imagination, so I kissed her, and as the world lost its color, I slowly woke up." - ( Read more... )

"Don't be surprised if I squeal when you poke me in the ribs. It's a special spot, reserved for special pokes only. Now, that's not saying you have to *ask* before you *poke*...just don't be surprised if I react when you do." =) clever silly me

I feel like I've been blessed by a priest who doesn't believe in God.

If life was about dreaming, I'd be a winner.

I imagine a fly's death groans are on the same magnitude as the sound a soap bubble makes when it pops.

If only I had a dream, so I could dream all day long...