Mr. Peanut

[hummingwolf]

After being saved from certain death by crushing--after being rescued at the last minute from being turned to powder underneath the wheels of a swivel chair in the kitchen--a grateful peanut sat on a sheet of the Sunday comics and told us about its life. It told us of great escapes, hiding in the fields from animals both wild and domestic (it was a very old peanut). It told us of years spent fighting for the right to vote (it tended to vote for Southerners out of solidarity, though it would vote for a Northerner if conscience prompted it). It told us how it had not always been popular with the other peanuts, but it loved its fellow peanut all the same. And then finally it put on sunglasses (so it wouldn't be recognized), said its goodbyes, and walked away down the dark city streets.



That was definitely one of my sillier dreams.

Comments

[daisydumont.livejournal.com]

oh man! that's one cool peanut! i think you've been visited by some higher archetype, in your dreams. :)

[hummingwolf.livejournal.com]

I wonder why it is that Mr. Peanut chose to visit me in my early-morning dreams now? What is it that's about to change in my life? What requires Mr. Peanut's presence? I tremble with a giddy anticipation.

[daisydumont.livejournal.com]

hee hee hee! that's for him to know, and you to find out.

:D

[hummingwolf.livejournal.com]

Hmph. You're in league with the peanuts now, aren't you? All conspiring against me, I bet...

[daisydumont.livejournal.com]

listen, i am 52 years old. this is the first time in my long life i have ever been accused of being in league with the peanuts!

this is a day that will live in INFAMY!

hahaha...

[conscience.livejournal.com]

Thats about enough to make me stop boiling peanuts!
I will no longer look at them as...just another legume!

:)

[hummingwolf.livejournal.com]

I was going to have a peanut butter & jelly sandwich for lunch, but somehow I just couldn't do it...

[unwilly.livejournal.com]

Wow, you saw the origin of MR. Peanut in dreamtime. Kewl.

I wonder if you will now be the avatar of the peanut gods now?

Un

[hummingwolf.livejournal.com]

Avatar of the peanut gods? Eep! I don't think I'm up to that level of responsibility. Maybe I could be a priestess or something. Maybe it's my life purpose to create an altar befitting The Great Legume.

[cowboybud.livejournal.com]

Don't eat the brown acid.

[hummingwolf.livejournal.com]

Heh. Thanks for the advice, Buddy.

[hummingwolf.livejournal.com]

Nah, most of my dreams revolve around me going to the grocery store or getting online to check my e-mail. Though in that last dream last night, I must admit that I got a very pretty picture in my e-mail, so that at least was something.

[fionawolf.livejournal.com]

You have swivel chairs in your kitchen? How cool.

[hummingwolf.livejournal.com]

Actually there aren't swivel chairs in the house I live in now, but there were in the place I grew up in. My dreaming mind doesn't worry too much about whether the places it shows me are anything like real places--it takes elements from anywhere.