Gandalf
06-07-2008, 12:26 PM
I was going on a quest with another guy. I was packing for the trip. I packed, and was wearing, light summer clothes, but because we were going to be going over the mountains, I also brought along some warm winter things.
I also decided to bring along a shotgun, a revolver, and a few extra boxes of shells. I handed the shotgun to my buddy, and hoisted on my backpack, and we headed downstairs. I was now wearing the backpack, and on my belt were the revolver, my cell phone, a flashlight, my Leatherman, and a large hunting knife.
Before we left, we decided to stop by at the apartment next door, where Albert Einstein lived. Instead of ringing the doorbell, I hauled out my violin, and started playing, right there on our shared front lawn. (This part, I believe, officially qualifies the dream as a nightmare.)
After a moment, Mrs. Einstein came to the door, dressed only in a loose bathrobe. We were clearly not the company they were expecting at that early morning hour, but she told us to wait for a moment while she fetched Mr. Einstein, and so I continued playing.
After a brief pause, Albert Einstein came to the door, and invited us in. I stopped playing, dropped my fiddle and bow to my sides, and bowed to Mr. Einstein as I entered his foyer. "You must think me very formal, sir" was his reply to my bow.
He led us inside, through long winding hallways of what had inexplicably become a mansion. We ended up in his workshop, where several other people were standing around. He told me to check my guns at the door and then, with a brief twinkling smile, he told me that he was just kidding.
He noted that the shotgun was a Mossberg, and that he himself owned a Mossberg shotgun, as did one or two of the other people. We then launched into a discussion about the relative merits and weaknesses of Mossbergs for hunting. Included in this conversation was Mrs. Einstein, who not only liked Mossbergs for hunting, but she was also an enthusiastic bow hunter.
And, all the time we were talking, Mrs. Einstein was completely naked, and painting herself all about with red body paint.
And then I woke up, to the sound of an alarm clock and a crazed woodpecker.
*****
Yes, in what often passes for my real life, we have a neighborhood woodpecker that has been flying around for about 2 weeks now, pecking at various houses for a few minutes at a time, before moving on. My house seems to be included in the pecking order, despite the fact that it is completely sheathed in aluminum siding. Have you ever heard a woodpecker drilling at aluminum siding? Hint: it is loud. It is very loud.
*****
It was not until I wrote the dream down that I noticed that the word "bow" was used in three different ways.
*****
I think that this a dream that I probably should not show to the shrink who lives next door.
I also decided to bring along a shotgun, a revolver, and a few extra boxes of shells. I handed the shotgun to my buddy, and hoisted on my backpack, and we headed downstairs. I was now wearing the backpack, and on my belt were the revolver, my cell phone, a flashlight, my Leatherman, and a large hunting knife.
Before we left, we decided to stop by at the apartment next door, where Albert Einstein lived. Instead of ringing the doorbell, I hauled out my violin, and started playing, right there on our shared front lawn. (This part, I believe, officially qualifies the dream as a nightmare.)
After a moment, Mrs. Einstein came to the door, dressed only in a loose bathrobe. We were clearly not the company they were expecting at that early morning hour, but she told us to wait for a moment while she fetched Mr. Einstein, and so I continued playing.
After a brief pause, Albert Einstein came to the door, and invited us in. I stopped playing, dropped my fiddle and bow to my sides, and bowed to Mr. Einstein as I entered his foyer. "You must think me very formal, sir" was his reply to my bow.
He led us inside, through long winding hallways of what had inexplicably become a mansion. We ended up in his workshop, where several other people were standing around. He told me to check my guns at the door and then, with a brief twinkling smile, he told me that he was just kidding.
He noted that the shotgun was a Mossberg, and that he himself owned a Mossberg shotgun, as did one or two of the other people. We then launched into a discussion about the relative merits and weaknesses of Mossbergs for hunting. Included in this conversation was Mrs. Einstein, who not only liked Mossbergs for hunting, but she was also an enthusiastic bow hunter.
And, all the time we were talking, Mrs. Einstein was completely naked, and painting herself all about with red body paint.
And then I woke up, to the sound of an alarm clock and a crazed woodpecker.
*****
Yes, in what often passes for my real life, we have a neighborhood woodpecker that has been flying around for about 2 weeks now, pecking at various houses for a few minutes at a time, before moving on. My house seems to be included in the pecking order, despite the fact that it is completely sheathed in aluminum siding. Have you ever heard a woodpecker drilling at aluminum siding? Hint: it is loud. It is very loud.
*****
It was not until I wrote the dream down that I noticed that the word "bow" was used in three different ways.
*****
I think that this a dream that I probably should not show to the shrink who lives next door.