Did you ever wake up from a dream and wonder what the hell was that all about? Last night I had a doozy. That's a word I don't use lightly. That's a word I don't believe I've ever written before, now that I think about it. Now this is absolutely true. I'm not creative enough to make this up. If I were a creative person, I would have taken the one great idea I had, and turned it into a book/movie. Because I'll never do it, I'll even give you my great idea. I live near a home that is built on the remnants of an old Quaker burial ground from around 1700. The house should be haunted by really nice ghosts who look like the Quaker Oats guy.
That explains why I'm not a screenwriter.
Back to my dream from last night. I was out shopping with the Crotchety Old Lady, and we ran into Hillary Clinton. I don't know what we were shopping for, but it was probably Metamucil or generic Vick's Vapo-Rub. We buy the generic, because we go through an inordinate amount of it. I'm not sure what the national average is, but I'm sure we exceed it. Most people buy one jar, and that's a lifetime supply. We go through a jar a month.
Anyway, I was talking to Mrs. Clinton. We had a nice, polite conversation. I told her how disappointed I was about the primary, yadda, yadda, yadda, and then the dream got weird, as if me dreaming about Mrs. Clinton and shopping wasn't strange enough. She excused herself to go and be with her husband, Bill, who was over on the side playing ski ball.
And, to add just a touch more oddity to my already bizarre dream, he had a large supply of extra balls available.
Maybe it was ensure that he would win some tchotchke?
I have no idea.
So, before anyone starts tryng to decipher the inner workings of my mind, here's what has been happening. I read a lot of blogs, and a week or so ago, one blogger wrote about ski ball.
Before I went to sleep, I saw a commercial for Home Depot. Home Depot is connected to the store (Two Guys) that had an arcade section with mini bowling, which is kind of like Ski ball.
I have been really coveting Chinese finger cuffs, and the only place I know to get them is a ski ball arcade.
Now, I would like to have someone interpret this dream. Thank you in advance.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
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Hmmm -- very odd indeed. What exactly do you DO with Vicks Vapor Rub?
OK....here ya go!
Bill was playing around "on the side" (you can interpret that in a couple of ways, according to the dream) and Hillary, a woman you respect, went to keep him from doing anymore damage.
Hmmmm.... Chinese finger cuffs, huh??
That MUST fit into the equation somewhere!
Oh great googly moogly (talk about words one doesn't write much), now I have to take full responsibility for making you dream about ski-ball. Who knew?
Perhaps some excellent reader of yours can hook you up with some Chinese finger traps.
I think you did a pretty fine job of analysing your own dream. :-P Although, if you want to get Fruedian... then again, who in their right mind wants to get Fruedian? Uh... no offense to the Fruedians out there.
I wish I could hook you up with a Chinese finger trap... I threw one out tonight that looks identical to the one you have in the picture (it was broken to bits)... actually, threw it out as part of preparation for tomorrow's post. lol
I don't know; that dream seems pretty logical from where I'm standing (this coming from a guy who won the nobel prize last night in his back yard while an archeological dig was taking place in his shed).
And Chinese finger cuffs are cool. I believe that points to an innate fear of having your fingers incarcerated.
I never knew that game was called ski ball.
Oh .. and about your dream, maybe you were a quaker in a previous life?
Sounds like Crotchety Old Man admires Bill Clinton and thinks he's got balls. But maybe in reality you didn't feel like he supported Hillary enough - since he was over on the side playing...and Hillary went to the skee ball game to be by his side.
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