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kybearfuzz) wrote2004-08-29 12:41 pm
kybearfuzz) wrote2004-08-29 12:41 pm
Dream Geography
Have you ever noticed the cartoonish geography that dreams seem to have?
In my dream last night/this morning, I was playing croquet with two guys and two girls. We were playing it differently, the same ball and mallets, but we were chasing it and whoever got there first would just whack the ball. One guy smacked the ball over the fence, past a baseball field, and into the front yard of a house. We went after it, me solo, and the two guys together.
The guys climbed the ball field fence while I went around, and we found out that a game was going on. The two couldn't get through and out, I snuck through the dugout, through the locker room... and came out in a Foot Locker store in a mall.
I went out of the store, threw my mallet down the back of my shirt like a sword, and went to map to find the North exit. I was apparently familiar with this mall. Instead of the stairs or escalator, I leaped over the edge of the upstairs, climbed down a display, and dropped to the first floor with superhuman ease. I dropped my wallet, and a nice guy handed it back.
I ran out the exit into my grandmother's old neighborhood. I found the house and the ball, pulled my mallet out and gave it a whack, it quickly rolled up a bridge, over the creek, and down the road towards my old house. As I came out of the yard, two of the people playing the game, Rose McGowan and Steve Martin, were goofing off in the road. She asked if I had found the ball, I gave a smiled "HAAAAA!" at her and they began chasing me and the ball... the game continued.
In my dream last night/this morning, I was playing croquet with two guys and two girls. We were playing it differently, the same ball and mallets, but we were chasing it and whoever got there first would just whack the ball. One guy smacked the ball over the fence, past a baseball field, and into the front yard of a house. We went after it, me solo, and the two guys together.
The guys climbed the ball field fence while I went around, and we found out that a game was going on. The two couldn't get through and out, I snuck through the dugout, through the locker room... and came out in a Foot Locker store in a mall.
I went out of the store, threw my mallet down the back of my shirt like a sword, and went to map to find the North exit. I was apparently familiar with this mall. Instead of the stairs or escalator, I leaped over the edge of the upstairs, climbed down a display, and dropped to the first floor with superhuman ease. I dropped my wallet, and a nice guy handed it back.
I ran out the exit into my grandmother's old neighborhood. I found the house and the ball, pulled my mallet out and gave it a whack, it quickly rolled up a bridge, over the creek, and down the road towards my old house. As I came out of the yard, two of the people playing the game, Rose McGowan and Steve Martin, were goofing off in the road. She asked if I had found the ball, I gave a smiled "HAAAAA!" at her and they began chasing me and the ball... the game continued.
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