Fight, Baseball Man! For Everlasting Peace!!.
It is with a somewhat disturbing frequency that I am told I appear in other people's dreams. Seriously, it's like rapid fire. Different friends, in no way connected to one another, will often tell me I was in their dream the night before. Sometimes a different person each day of a given week. Am I so much to think about?
Well, I've done many things in these dreams. And sometimes I've done a whole lot of nothing. I've helped people out of burning buildings, acted all cool like the Fonz, and often just I've just hung around in the background. The most recent dream report is quite entertaining, which is why I post this at all.
Apparently, Sean dreamed he was in a "three-legged egg toss," when he caught me cheating. After having my plan exposed, I became enraged, announcing that my scheme was essential to my plan for world domination. In a flash of light, I transform into "Baseball Man," an orange version of Megaman with a cap that shoots baseballs from a blaster on his forearm. The dream ends somewhere around here.
Now, if that is not an awesome dream appearance, I don't know what is.
I think I've finally figured out why I never have dreams of my own. It seems I'm too busy hanging out in everyone else's. Somewhere across the world, in the Middle East, a young child is waking up in a cold sweat after being assaulted by a myserious orange demon wielding baseballs.
Well, I've done many things in these dreams. And sometimes I've done a whole lot of nothing. I've helped people out of burning buildings, acted all cool like the Fonz, and often just I've just hung around in the background. The most recent dream report is quite entertaining, which is why I post this at all.
Apparently, Sean dreamed he was in a "three-legged egg toss," when he caught me cheating. After having my plan exposed, I became enraged, announcing that my scheme was essential to my plan for world domination. In a flash of light, I transform into "Baseball Man," an orange version of Megaman with a cap that shoots baseballs from a blaster on his forearm. The dream ends somewhere around here.
Now, if that is not an awesome dream appearance, I don't know what is.
I think I've finally figured out why I never have dreams of my own. It seems I'm too busy hanging out in everyone else's. Somewhere across the world, in the Middle East, a young child is waking up in a cold sweat after being assaulted by a myserious orange demon wielding baseballs.
posted by Zoopers at 9:36 AM
4 Comments:
Wait . . . I'm confused.
Aren't you Baseball Man in real life?
If not, who the hell did I crush under a ton of steel like a rose petal crushed under a ton of steel?
Oh! Basebol Mehn! You haf rueened my plans foor vorld domenayshun foor ze last time!
Aahahaha!
That was a log.
I can readily picture Tony doing all of that!
That's him 100%.
The only thing that makes no sense is why your tape-deck-decking punches failed to fell the charging mailbox.
CORRECTION: Sean tells me that I was actually BaseballBAT Man, and I shot spinning baseball bats at him, which he dodged easily. However, the attack was promised to be devastating in a two-dimensional setting.
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