The night that she finally lucidly dreamed

The night that she finally lucidly dreamed was a strange one. After loading her mind with images of clouds, birds, and airplanes, hoping to fly, she fell asleep, only to be greeted

with the wind in her face. "Oh, I'm flying!" she thought. When her dream came into focus, she was in the cockpit of a 787 plummeting downwards. Big Bird was her co-pilot.

In that split second when she realized the 787 was going down, she thought that God had always been her co-pilot, but apparently it had been Big Bird all along. "Pull up!" Big Bird

simply ignored her pleas and said "Girl, I'm going to make you sweat. You are going to sweat till you can't take no more then I'm going to push it some more", Big Bird couldn't fly

because he was afraid of heights. When the cameras weren't rolling, Big Bird spent his time in a wheel chair just because his own height freaked him out. A cocktail of Xanax and Ta

dalafil usually did the trick, especially when Big Bird was suffering from stage-fright, too. It didn't help that the director had called him a "chicken" right in front of Maria.

Big Bird mustered up the courage to get on stage. And there he stood, proud for all those to see. He began his performance, only to have himself trip and fall. Maria laughed at

His attempt at dancing but she quickly realised this was three years after Shark Lady had bitten him. Was that Shark Lady on the tellie, channel 748? It sure looked like her!

No, it was Katty Kay of the BBC News. "Today in Parliament," she began, then started harking up a hairball. The screen went dark. Parliament waited in the darkness for her to