Pirate Adventure

So I created a blog ... here's why:

1) All my cool older friends have blogs and say that blogging is like journaling; which I've decided would be a good habit for me to start ... even if everyone in the world can read it.

2) I am currently enrolled in a supervised ministry course at my school for which I am supposed to be journaling at least once a week about my many adventures in ministry. In the shower this morning I thought that blogging would be a cool thing to do to meet that requirement.

3) The other 2 reasons are legit, but this is the main reason I started the blog:

I had a dream last night. The sweetest dream of my life. I decided to start a blog so that I can share it with the world (mwah ha ha ha ha) ...

I was a pirate running away from people I had probably stolen something from. (Isn't it funny that you never know the complete story in a dream, its just like you're dropped in the middle of it?) Ok, so I'm running. I look really cool, like a Capt. Jack Sparrow scallawag pirate. My sword is dangling at my side, and my leather boots are keeping me in front of the mob of whoever it is i'm running from. Alas, I get cornered eventually, but don't worry - there are several knives lying on the ground where I'm cornered. And I'm a pirate. I know how to throw knives.
(ok, this part could potentially get a little gruesome, but I'll try to tone it down ... PG-13ish)

So, these people are slowly closing in on me, and I start throwing the knives, but with little sucess. I appears these people are immune to knives sticking in them or something. They finally get to me. Their leader approaches and grabs my head. (This is the part that gets gross). They try to execute me by cutting my throat, like in Braveheart when William's wife is slew (past tense of slay) at the stake - thats what they did to me.

This is the cool part - I didn't die. Good pirates can't just get killed like that. And I'm a good pirate. Somehow I stopped the bleeding and kept pirating. I woke up and checked the mirror for a cool scar on my neck, just in case.
I guess the dream isn't as cool as a re-read it now. Maybe it was just cool that I was a real pirate that couldn't die. Anyway, I started a blog.