The Office TV Show Series on NBC: Creed Thoughts

So last week I shared the first part of my adventure story, Creed and the One-Armed Yeti Pilot, and I know I left you all wanting more. If you missed last week’s story, go back and catch up or else none of this will make sense to you. I’ll wait.

Now that you’re all caught up, here it is, the moment you’ve been waiting for like those Paddle Off dogs who wait for the bell to get hungry: Creed and the One-Armed Yeti Pilot Part Two: The One-Armed Yeti’s Lair.

I grew up reading adventure stories in the back of comic books and my whole life I’ve wanted to write those suckers, so this weekend, I decided I was really going to do it. I said “I’m going to follow my dreams and write adventure stories in the back of comic books!” That is, until I found out that comic books don’t have adventure stories written in the back of them anymore. Apparently, it’s a lost art. Pretty sad, really. Also, the comic books these days are racy. They’re like pornos. I was shocked. I’m a pretty liberal guy, all things considered, but the stuff these cartoonguys do to robots and octopi. Man oh man. It’s pretty sick. Anyway, I decided to start writing an adventure story anyway. I hope you like it.

When will all these crazy dreams stop? They’ve been going on for at least a week and every night they get crazier and crazier. Usually I try to use my dreams to figure out stuff that’s going to happen in the future like lottery numbers and horse race winners, but recently my subconscious has declared war on my brain.

A week ago Wednesday I went to sleep after drinking my nightly bedtime cocktail – triple sec, bitters, grape juice, and two bottles of Nyquil – and all of a sudden I was thrown into the strangest dream I ever had. I was a seahorse broad living in this underground suburban housing community and I was making dinner for my little seahorse kids until my husband came home and said he was taking us all for a seahorse celebration because he got promoted at the real estate office. We went to this fancy buffet where they only served kelp and then one of my little seaponies turned into a skyscraper and I was standing on top of him looking for my shoes (which had fallen to the ground below). That’s when I heard a siren and woke up. I didn’t think anything of it, but the next night, the dream continued.