I had the strangest dream last night. Dorian suggests that it is somehow meaningful and that I should write it down (preferable where she has access to it), so here it is. Analyze away.
I woke up in my fantastic attic bedroom to find the ceiling covered in red ants. They were being eaten by huge and colorful rhinoceros beetles. I decided that the appropriate thing to do was to go to the dock, go directly to the dock, do not pass Go, do not collect $200. Just go to the dock. So I went to the dock. Dorian was there. I started my usual jellyfish counting procedure, and as I was reading the salinity from my meter, a huge metal fin appeared. It turned out to be a submersible with two layers of windows. Inside, there were lots of tables and chairs like a restaurant, but no people except for one guy driving it. Now there are so many things about this that don’t make any sense…like the fact that the river is only about 2 meters deep, so to keep this thing under water, it would have to burrow through the sediment, and the water is so murky that you could only see about 50 cm out the windows…but it’s a dream. The shock of seeing this thing and its crazed looking pilot caused me to break my beloved salinometer. It was OK though because Dorian was there to fix it. She pulled out her kit of tiny tools and started working, but before she could finish, a volcano erupted in the middle of the Bay. That’s right, a volcano. The volunteer fire department showed up to “put it out” and informed us that we needed to walk up to and cross the Bay Bridge. That’s about 50 miles from here, but we made it in about a day using a network of boardwalks that we found in the marsh. The whole way there was lots of fire and steam and firemen.
…so clearly I’ve lost my mind.
3 comments:
1) Of course I was at the dock, where else would I be?
2)Just call me Ms. Fix-It!
Of course, where else would I keep my salinometer mechanic?
was the pilot a whaley boy?
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