You don’t want ALL your dreams to come true, do you?
Gotta leave something to strive for. That means either you gotta keep adding in better dreams as ones come true, or you gotta plump up the ones you got.
Like “I’d like to be an Air Force pilot” might, upon realizing that you’re about to earn your wings, become “I’ma be an astronaut, you know. Someday soon.”
Tend those dreams, folks!!
My dream was to do syndicated comic strips. I’ve had to modify here and there.
We love you for what you do Greg!
True, Lowell needs to retool his dreams now. Come up with a new bucketful. I’m sure it’ll be awesome.
Now, when does someone panic call Hubris about Paste disappeared? In all that water? Duct taped to a bunch of cardboard and duct tape?
[you know, Paste is 13. He’s a minor (shouldn’t he be fourteen with this being the SECOND Stanky Creek Outdoorsfest?) Even if David Fortis signed the permission for Paste. That is still going to be quite an issue. They let a minor go down those rapids….
[everyone waiting for Monday. ARRGH!!!! Greg! how much suspense can we really stand! Yipe!]
Lowell has mass and inertia. He still doesn’t know how to tune a wagon. He’s got a long way to go to become a threat to Hubris.
My dream has always been to be an animal trainer in a H.P. Lovecraft circus. I’ve got Yog-sathoth on a leash, but I can’t get him to let me stick my head in his mouth worth a damn. Azathoth and The Cloud-Thing are coming along nicely, though.
Sometimes if a dream comes true it does not always happen as one plans. Many childres want to be doctors when they grow up. It is very doubtful a child ever said they want to be a proctologist some day.
Just have fun.
The rest of life will do fine.