Unrefined Dream Juice I

The following text outlines the events of a dream I had this morning. I may or may not turn it into something later, but I thought I’d write it down anyways.
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It began with a banishment: bubbling with anger as they were set out to dry without a clothes line hanger. Dispelled from their house with a swift kick to the rear, they were forced upon this journey with the following gear:

• One knife, nicked in most places,
• Six eyes and the brains that rest’ed within their faces,
• A flashlight to brighten up darkened down spaces, and
• A sense of overwhelming danger

Danger!
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After a perilous climb involving chainsaws and hang gliders they stepped down onto a beach where there were remnants of a fire. Sparse charcoal dust spells SOS in sand, and they look down to see another man.

“Beware of this beach of which I’m sure there’s no escape. There’s fruit upon the trees if you’re falling out of shape; fresh water in the roots if your throat begins to scrape. One thing is for certain: I’m afraid that as of late—

The man choked and then he passed away.

So here our heroes lay for many weeks and many days. Memories of civilization slowly ‘gin to fade away. 

And here I’m going to step out of the whole rhyme and rhythm thing because haha wow that’s hard to maintain and completely unnecessary. So these people are trapped on this beach with no way of escaping for a long time. Then if I remember correctly (this post has been half finished all day, so the dream isn’t as fresh) there are monkeys that come and take most of their fruit, so they’re forced to find a way off the beach or die. They climb up the trees and kinda use the trees to slingshot themselves through the forest, because you know trees are all bendy, and they eventually end up back in their backyard. The rest of their family comes out and is all “omg you guys had us worried sick we meant to like give you a time out, not freaking banish you, you melodramatic nutcases. are you okay omg”

and it’s about then that I wake up