When the round, round robin come blog-blog-blogging around...

I have a friend who writes a wonderful blog.  His moniker is Gryphon and his blog is entitled “Life Among the Natives”.  I have been his “Annie Wilkes” – read biggest fan- for many years because he has a happy facility with the language and a most original mind.  You will find a link to his blog to the right.

Last week he set up a round robin writing challenge.  He provided the opening lines and then tagged me to add to it.  I, in turn, will tag someone else to pick it up and so on.
Here is his opening, in quotes, and my addition, in italics.
     “The Dancing BearThe bear came to me again last night in my dreams, dancing in a ray of moonlight outside my bedroom window. I felt no fear in seeing him there. I knew he would not harm me. But I also knew, somewhere deeper, that to go to him would be my death...”
     Fortunately, I woke up at this point.  I always wake up at this point.  I am used to bizarre dreams.  I have had a series of recurring dreams my entire life.  When I was a child, I dreamt of being trapped upstairs in a burning house while my parents, safe on the ground floor, made no effort to save me.  During my teens, I dreamed of an endless thirst for milk; of being consumed by snakes; of losing my teeth as they tumbled out of my mouth like falling dominoes.  I have dreamed of falling, of flying, of swimming in my house, inexplicably filled with water, and feeling perfectly sanguine about it.  I have even dreamed of dancing bare in the moonlight- not quite the same thing as the dream that awakened me.
     And now I will tag my daughter, having cruelly written her into a corner.  It will be interesting to see where she goes from here.
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