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Story time. The Great Dragonslayer Incident of '09:
A few friends and I were having a little get-together with a new neighbor. At the time, we didn't know he was a pothead, but it wouldn't have made of a difference on our opinion of him if he had told us right when he met us (other than wondering why he would be so nonchalant with that information when meeting new people) so no big deal. Of course, we also didn't know that he was a pretty big name in other drug operations in the city at that time. Meth, acid, shrooms, etc.
It was a little late in the evening when the effects of the LSD- and PCP-laced drinks started kicking in. It was a video game party, and somebody suggested Mario Kart 64 before he went home. Sounded good to us, as we were building our way up to SSBM to end the night. Turned out to not be such a good idea. Most of us thought we were actually in the game, and were getting angry at other people for hitting us with turtle shells. At some point we actually switched to SSBM, but none of us remember what actually happened.
And then we fell asleep.
One person had a dream about skydiving, and turning into an eagle mid-fall, but crashing into the ocean because he still had his parachute on and it was keeping him from soaring correctly.
Another person had a dream that he was a glass of orange juice, and was afraid he would spill.
But my dream...
I was General Cornbread Wrathboner, Emperor of All Things Edible. I was a British-Viking Dragonslayer, and not only was I a General in the ARMY OF KILLING THINGS, but I was the Lord of Food. *Emperor of All Things Edible and Lord of Food are not interchangeable titles, by the way.
I was in the middle of hunting the Ice Queen. She was not called the Ice Queen because she lived in an ice castle or because she had control over ice or anything. She was just a really cold bitch. But I digress. On my hunt, I came across Lord Aerial Ravenboner. Most people in this world had last names like Ravenboner or Wrathboner. He was named Aerial because he was born with wings, but this would prove to cause much ridicule in his schooling because he could not actually fly. He offered me an extra swordarm on my quest, and I gladly accepted, because these goblin munchkins were causing me much difficulty. They were like the Fleamen from Castlevania. Anyway we headed off in search of a man named Blueballs, as he was the only person who had ever met the Ice Queen and survived.
We met up with a ranger along the way, who went by the name of Elvira Noboner. Her last name probably originate from the fact that her family came from a long line of women. As do most people's families, except for the fact that there were no men in her entire family tree. I don't know how it was possible, but then again, I didn't think to ask. I probably should have.
We also found us a wizard, but we had to bribe him to join us. His name was Pointyfinger Sparklytits McGee. Because his fingers were pointy, his nipples were sparkly, and obviously, his last name was McGee because wizards don't get boners.
The four of us made it to the Castle of Cold Days and Colder Nights (long-winded name for a castle, it could've just been called the Ice Palace) and defeated the grue guarding the entrance. I wish I could remember what the grue looked like, but Pointyfinger has cast a spell of forgetfulness because remembering what a grue looks like can cause debilitating effects to a person's mind, such as not remembering what a grue looked like in your dream even after you've woken up.
We ran up the exactly 224 stairs to her throne (it's a fairly small place compared to most mythical castles) and began the epic battle of good vs. chilly. When I finally came to I was naked chasing a friend of mine down the street with a small hammer. Apparently I was trying to skin him alive to hang him above the fireplace I didn't have, but would inherit as soon as my imaginary Uncle Frank Angryballs passed away from the many tumors he had in his head. I had already knocked down the new neighbor's front door and fractured my own rib. Also I had thrown a brick at the police officer who had arrived in response to a call from the neighbors on the opposite side of the fence of the guy who had just moved in. Thankfully I missed, and all of us except the guy who threw the party were let go after questioning. Although I had to pay for the damages to the officer's car.

Next question: Have you ever been so drunk that when you start writing a story you have to go back every few seconds to make sure that what you typed actually happened and your mind isn't making up new details as you go along?