MO: "Drohans do indeed rule! Especially that time when Craig was bored at Mass and was curious to as how long he could hold his breath. Well - the darndest thing happened. He fainted - and being as that he was the closest to the aisle - like a tree being chopped down. Needless to say, Mass was stopped and his signs of life were checked. Craig awoke, stood up and Mass continued..... Late - NO CRAIGIE - DON'T LEAVE OUT THE GOOD PARTS
His dream (that he had while fainted) was flying down Oakford Drive (our old street) holding onto the side of the Suburban, locks flowing in the air! hehe
TOM: I think we need to hear this story from the long-locked breath-holding dreamweaver himself. Time to pay the fiddler, Craig! (I've never known exactly what that means, but it sounds damn good when I say it.)
CRAIG: Ha, I'm not sure how to tell this story with out sounding like a complete idiot (I guess all funny stories are like that) so here goes nothing. This all took place maybe...ten years ago. They day before church me and a couple of friends were hanging out in one of the friends back yard when someone spouted out "hey I just found out how to make you faint"! Wow, sounds like a plan to me! Turns out all you have to do is take 15 deep breaths and then have some one wrap their arms around you from behind, lift you maybe three inches off the ground and squeeze the day-lights out of you...literally. Everything goes black, and presto, you're on you ass waking up about 10 seconds later, not remembering how you got there. So I was so memorized by this ability to instantaneously pass-out, that I wondered if I could do it without "assistance", why I choose church I still have no idea, perhaps because I was bored and God wasn't being very 'speedy' (whole 'nother story for a different day). So, I took the prescribed 15 deep breathes, and since I didn't have someone to bear-hug me from behind I made sure these were extra deep breathes. After I completed my 15th inhalation, I held my breath and rushed all the blood to my face and that’s about all I remember. Of course the priest never lost stride, but I'd say when I awoke, a good quarter of the parish was staring at me.
Needless to say I was embarrassed so my mom and dad walked me walked me out to the back of the church to see if I was ok, and I made a decision that there was no way I was going to tell them that I intentionaly attempted to faint myself during mass, so that's where the whole "seeing how long I can hold me breath comes from". And for the dream, yeah that's true too, but there's not much else to say about it, I think Maureen captured it in its entirety.