flying machine; hamsters
clearly i have been neglecting this journal, despite continuing to remember my dreams every night. the problem is that every morning i wake up and rush off to do something, so the memory of the dream dissipates before i get a chance to write it down. alas.
LAST NIGHT'S DREAM, PART 1:
i needed to go from denver to chicago for prospective student weekend (which in reality is this weekend) and zoe needed to come to chicago for various reasons as well. she said, "ok, on [such-and-such day], i'll come to your house and we can fly out together." i assumed she meant by airplane, so i bought my tickets. on the day of our travel, zoe came to my house with a contraption that she had recently made. it was a rickety wooden thing that looked like a cross between an old kiddie chair and a paddleboat -- that is, it had two wood seats divided by a plank and two sets of pedals for our feet. the pedals activated some sort of mechanism that pushed air into a sail/parachute attached to the contraption. when the two of us sat in it and pedalled together, we were able to fly through the air. i didn't think this was the best way to get to chicago, but zoe and i tried out the flying machine anyway. we managed to get from my house to her house, but it was a laborious process. when we arrived, zoe's mother had calculated the amount of time it would take us to get to chicago at our current rate: three days. so zoe quickly bought some plane tickets and we flew en avion instead.
PART 2:
in chicago, zoe and i visited a pet store. i decided that i wanted to have hamsters. i found a cage with a hamster in it that someone had clearly left there -- the poor guy had been abandoned. the cage was filthy and smelly, so i decided to clean it. i pulled cleaning items, wood shavings, etc. off the shelves and worked at a small cleaning-station in the store. (one of the cleaning items i took was a spray that smelled like candy canes, left over from christmas -- the spray had been rated with 8 out of 10 stars on its price tag.) i decided that the hamster needed a buddy, so i took another hamster from the shelf -- this one was silky black (like my kitty). the poor creatures were kept in tiny boxes stacked up like any other commodity. i was just about to open the box and set the hamster free in the newly-cleaned cage when i woke up.
LAST NIGHT'S DREAM, PART 1:
i needed to go from denver to chicago for prospective student weekend (which in reality is this weekend) and zoe needed to come to chicago for various reasons as well. she said, "ok, on [such-and-such day], i'll come to your house and we can fly out together." i assumed she meant by airplane, so i bought my tickets. on the day of our travel, zoe came to my house with a contraption that she had recently made. it was a rickety wooden thing that looked like a cross between an old kiddie chair and a paddleboat -- that is, it had two wood seats divided by a plank and two sets of pedals for our feet. the pedals activated some sort of mechanism that pushed air into a sail/parachute attached to the contraption. when the two of us sat in it and pedalled together, we were able to fly through the air. i didn't think this was the best way to get to chicago, but zoe and i tried out the flying machine anyway. we managed to get from my house to her house, but it was a laborious process. when we arrived, zoe's mother had calculated the amount of time it would take us to get to chicago at our current rate: three days. so zoe quickly bought some plane tickets and we flew en avion instead.
PART 2:
in chicago, zoe and i visited a pet store. i decided that i wanted to have hamsters. i found a cage with a hamster in it that someone had clearly left there -- the poor guy had been abandoned. the cage was filthy and smelly, so i decided to clean it. i pulled cleaning items, wood shavings, etc. off the shelves and worked at a small cleaning-station in the store. (one of the cleaning items i took was a spray that smelled like candy canes, left over from christmas -- the spray had been rated with 8 out of 10 stars on its price tag.) i decided that the hamster needed a buddy, so i took another hamster from the shelf -- this one was silky black (like my kitty). the poor creatures were kept in tiny boxes stacked up like any other commodity. i was just about to open the box and set the hamster free in the newly-cleaned cage when i woke up.