Sorcerer Lord (1988)



Zack: Looks like the teacher told the class to paint their dreams again.

Steve: My mom grew a mustache and then a pickle with eyes tried to bite me in front of the bay window in the den.

Zack: You tried to run, but no matter how fast you thought you were going you could never leave the Viking helmet.

Steve: No, that's not what happened. I dreamed the pickle spit poison on my lap and then my mom kissed me and said she wanted to marry me and then I woke up and my dog was licking my face.

Zack: That's from the cover?

Steve: What? No, that was my dream last night. I thought we were still looking at the crashed airplane one.


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