Running With the Devil

Dream a little dream, and that I did. The King has always terrified me since it made its first appearance last year, and last night, along with the NJ Devils mascot, they got the better of me.

During my few hours of sleep last night, the Devil had some fun terrorizing me through an industrial park. Left, right, back or straight, I could not find my way out. The devil, pitchfork and all, never managed to get a hold of me, maybe due to my imaginary blazing speed. But then, he hopped on his 4-wheeler, much like the one pictured above, with The King's head leading the way. I didn't know what to do, so I climed a sand dune. Yes, a sand dune in an industrial park. (It's a dream, deal with it).

The Devil, just drove back and fourth, revving the engine, and waiting for me to come down. I didn't. I just stayed on top waiting for my perfect moment, and then that is when the unexpected and most horrible part occured - I woke up.

I know I had a plan to take that Devil down. I know I did. But I will never get the chance to prove it. I hate waking up from a dream right when it gets good. That Devil didn't know what he had coming...

(on a side note, both The King and The Devil have the same exact smile/smerk.)