Astral projection became easier with practice, but she found that sometimes her dreams, and the projected reality she visited, became confused with the sounds of the world where she lay sleeping.
As she floated gracefully over the serene moonlit landscape below, she couldn’t help but dance along to The Ketchup Song.
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Couldn’t resist this!
In response to Jane Doughtery’s Sunday Strange Microfiction Challenge.
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Learning to love the silence 
What on earth is the Ketchup Song?
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Jesus, that is an awful song!
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Love now shared for nefarious ends
and eardrums of most gracious friends
damaged thus beyond repair
I shall retreat unto my lair,
perchance to dream of Night.
😉
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Better far
to catch a star
on a dreamy night
than a Spanish fright 🙂
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😊
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I think my weird brain saw something quite different in the painting than the artist intended! 😂
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I tried to post a link in my reply but it didn’t seem to work, so I have edited to include. 😊
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I think we can be quite certain that Edward Burne-Jones was not thinking of the Ketchup Song when he painted that 🙂
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I went to your blog to get the link and it works there. You can delete it now 🙂
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I shall do my best to save the rest of the world by removing all trace!
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On behalf of the rest of the world, I thank you 🙂
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😂
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