tale to tale

So I used to have a dream when I was little about a carnival float, which if I looked at it, I’d die. I never did look at it, and as I grew older I came up with different ways of trying to get a glimpse, trying to get an idea of what it was. One version had me dancing around it, without looking, with it’s music blasting in my ears. I still have no clue what that was about.

Today we needed to write something about “Mardi Gras”, “Shrove Tuesday”, “Fat Tuesday” “PANCAKE DAY” – and, this dream just wouldn’t get out of my head. I’ve only created a story out of one dream before. And I feel this would work better as a short horror film than a stage play (too much budget required). I’ve actually created an image for the float in this, so here’s me throwing something scary at you. Please don’t think me disturbed, thanks: