Get Drunk and Tile your Roof with Corn; Back to Dreams
No, seriously, for once my actual life seems uneventful enough to me that this is the most exciting, or semi-interesting stuff I can think of posting. I can't believe I'm saying this. So this morning I work up around 5:45 AM, which by the way currently is extremely early for me, laughing so hard I was close to not breathing. Yes, I woke up because I was laughing too hard in my dream. This might be a first of a second for me, I'm not sure, but I don't think I've ever heard of it before.
This might be a real waste of time, I just had to get it out, and figured I'd share for what it's worth, so you've been fairly warned.
I've separated it into two parts that way you can choose which part you want to read, the second part is what awoke me.
Part 1
So I come upon this lake. At first it appears to be an ordinary lake, but it's not exactly. There are people camping nearby, and I'm along with one of the groups. Most of the campers are missing, so I see no people. Except for the people that are for some reason snorkling in the shallow regions of the lake. For a short time I observe this scene, and try to figure out what the people are looking for or at beneath the murky waters. Eventually my curiosity gets the better of me and I decide the only way I'm going to know for sure is to enter the lake. So I cautiously wade into some of the shallow areas. I cast glances down toward where my feet should be and realize that the water can in some areas be quite cloudy. As I continue to scan the surface of the lake, I realize that deeper out the murkiness clears up. Not having the equipment the others are using, I decide to swim out to where the water is deeper, again to get a better sense of what this lake contains. Part of what spurns me to embark into the deeper water is that my feet stumble across something sharp that feels almost pinching. I quickly realize that the lake has golden crabs, or something like crabs roaming along the bottom, generally in clusters. This perhaps was what the people were viewing and why they weren't wading but floating along the surface in the shallow areas.
In instinctive fashion I raise my feet and begin swimming towards the deeper darker part of the lake. As I move farther from the shore I notice that the floor beneath me is gradually sloping downward. But there are a few cliffs and chasms, like in the sea. The water does indeed get less murky, but I also soon discover why people refrain from swimming in the part of the lake. A very small killer whale, begins to follow me, and circle me. Of course, at this point the water level is quite deep, and although there is other harmless aquatic life I'm immediately uncomfortable. So I quickly begin my return trip to the shore. As the water gets more shallow I loose the interest of the whale, and eventually make it back to the shore, unharmed. You know you're dreaming when you find a whale in a lake.
Back on shore, and dried off, I'm not far from a small co-operative town. The people I was camping with drop me off just on the outskirts of the downtown area, where I am met by another friend.
Part 2
My friend and I have interest in moving into the town. So once we drop our stuff off at our lodgings, we begin to stroll down the main avenue in search of "Help Wanted." We come across and kind young person who begins to regale us with past jobs he has had, and the best methods for staying employed in this small town. There are two options: work in restaurant service, or work in retail customer service. Ideally the object is to do a few years of one then switch to the other before you go insane, then revert back again cycling until you become bored with the town. So my friend goes off to inquire about a position in a pastry shop, whilst I leisurely wander into a small bookshop. There is absolutely no big business in this town, everything is owned and operated by the people living in the neighborhood.
After securing possible positions at a few different places, we find ourselves enjoying a short parade. One of the community posts explains that this is some kind of neighborhood holiday.
A couple days pass, and we find ourselves again with our new young guide. This time he is explaining to us that the little town can be quite charming but it also has it's difficulties from time to time. He leads us down to corner grocer, of which there are two in the town. One vegan, and one regular. We are visiting the loading dock of the vegan grocer. There is a large green truck, with a couple men unloading crates and boxes, and a small crowd of people from the neighborhood.
Our young friend explains that because the community determines as a consensus what is purchased for and by the town occasionally disagreements occur. The crowd is trying to reason with the vegan grocer not to accept a crate of various types of milk, while at the same time refusing to purchase the milk from the green truck. Some of the people are trying to reason with the grocer, why not sell the milk to the non-vegan grocer a couple blocks away. Obviously a mistake was made in the delivery.
The vegan grocer is arguing back that the community must purchase the obscure items that have been delivered, including the milk for two reasons. First, because the town cannot get out of paying for the delivered items, once delivered there are no refunds. Second, the second grocer was already informed of the bizarre delivery and has refused to carry most of the items, including for some reason the milk.
On principle the vegan grocer refuses the sell the milk, and insists the delivery company should be paid directly for it. Okay, so we've now established a nonsense situation.
It is at this point that I interject to reason with the vegan grocer. In my short conversation with him I come to discover that he's accepted as many items as he could that are purely vegan, but there are a few items that he refuses to have any dealings with. This includes huge bags of corn kernels. We're talking 20 lb bags. He doesn't see how if he accepts this product he will ever be able to sell it off to the community. He would have to eat the cost himself. In sympathy I begin to calculate how he could push the corn.
Meantime, he admits he accepted several barrels of mead and ale. After all, hops is vegan. Yet, he doubts his customers will want to purchase this either. So, I immediately find myself suggesting why not try to sell them as a package. With the slogan, "Get Drunk and Tile your Roof with Corn." As for some reason I can see no other useful purpose for that much corn. That's when I began to become lucid.
This concept to me strikes me a so absolutely ridiculous, that I'm appalled I even suggested it. Yet somehow I find myself laughing uncontrollably, perhaps to cover my considerable lapse of judgment.
No sooner is the suggestion made that I find myself laughing so hard I awaken from my completely ridiculous dream, with full memory of the events. How bizarre. What I find more disturbing than the fact that I can imagine corn being used to tile a roof, and consider it a fun activity to do when drunk, is that I woke up so damn early after having difficulty getting to sleep the night before. Which of course means come this afternoon I'm going to be seriously lagging, and i hate being in that condition.
So an active imagination is fun, especially when you can remember the crazy adventures you go on when your conscious mind is at rest.
Again, just posting 'cause I had to get it out, so I can go ahead and forget about it and move on with my day. Hope it was somewhat entertaining, for someone other than myself.
This might be a real waste of time, I just had to get it out, and figured I'd share for what it's worth, so you've been fairly warned.
I've separated it into two parts that way you can choose which part you want to read, the second part is what awoke me.
Part 1
So I come upon this lake. At first it appears to be an ordinary lake, but it's not exactly. There are people camping nearby, and I'm along with one of the groups. Most of the campers are missing, so I see no people. Except for the people that are for some reason snorkling in the shallow regions of the lake. For a short time I observe this scene, and try to figure out what the people are looking for or at beneath the murky waters. Eventually my curiosity gets the better of me and I decide the only way I'm going to know for sure is to enter the lake. So I cautiously wade into some of the shallow areas. I cast glances down toward where my feet should be and realize that the water can in some areas be quite cloudy. As I continue to scan the surface of the lake, I realize that deeper out the murkiness clears up. Not having the equipment the others are using, I decide to swim out to where the water is deeper, again to get a better sense of what this lake contains. Part of what spurns me to embark into the deeper water is that my feet stumble across something sharp that feels almost pinching. I quickly realize that the lake has golden crabs, or something like crabs roaming along the bottom, generally in clusters. This perhaps was what the people were viewing and why they weren't wading but floating along the surface in the shallow areas.
In instinctive fashion I raise my feet and begin swimming towards the deeper darker part of the lake. As I move farther from the shore I notice that the floor beneath me is gradually sloping downward. But there are a few cliffs and chasms, like in the sea. The water does indeed get less murky, but I also soon discover why people refrain from swimming in the part of the lake. A very small killer whale, begins to follow me, and circle me. Of course, at this point the water level is quite deep, and although there is other harmless aquatic life I'm immediately uncomfortable. So I quickly begin my return trip to the shore. As the water gets more shallow I loose the interest of the whale, and eventually make it back to the shore, unharmed. You know you're dreaming when you find a whale in a lake.
Back on shore, and dried off, I'm not far from a small co-operative town. The people I was camping with drop me off just on the outskirts of the downtown area, where I am met by another friend.
Part 2
My friend and I have interest in moving into the town. So once we drop our stuff off at our lodgings, we begin to stroll down the main avenue in search of "Help Wanted." We come across and kind young person who begins to regale us with past jobs he has had, and the best methods for staying employed in this small town. There are two options: work in restaurant service, or work in retail customer service. Ideally the object is to do a few years of one then switch to the other before you go insane, then revert back again cycling until you become bored with the town. So my friend goes off to inquire about a position in a pastry shop, whilst I leisurely wander into a small bookshop. There is absolutely no big business in this town, everything is owned and operated by the people living in the neighborhood.
After securing possible positions at a few different places, we find ourselves enjoying a short parade. One of the community posts explains that this is some kind of neighborhood holiday.
A couple days pass, and we find ourselves again with our new young guide. This time he is explaining to us that the little town can be quite charming but it also has it's difficulties from time to time. He leads us down to corner grocer, of which there are two in the town. One vegan, and one regular. We are visiting the loading dock of the vegan grocer. There is a large green truck, with a couple men unloading crates and boxes, and a small crowd of people from the neighborhood.
Our young friend explains that because the community determines as a consensus what is purchased for and by the town occasionally disagreements occur. The crowd is trying to reason with the vegan grocer not to accept a crate of various types of milk, while at the same time refusing to purchase the milk from the green truck. Some of the people are trying to reason with the grocer, why not sell the milk to the non-vegan grocer a couple blocks away. Obviously a mistake was made in the delivery.
The vegan grocer is arguing back that the community must purchase the obscure items that have been delivered, including the milk for two reasons. First, because the town cannot get out of paying for the delivered items, once delivered there are no refunds. Second, the second grocer was already informed of the bizarre delivery and has refused to carry most of the items, including for some reason the milk.
On principle the vegan grocer refuses the sell the milk, and insists the delivery company should be paid directly for it. Okay, so we've now established a nonsense situation.
It is at this point that I interject to reason with the vegan grocer. In my short conversation with him I come to discover that he's accepted as many items as he could that are purely vegan, but there are a few items that he refuses to have any dealings with. This includes huge bags of corn kernels. We're talking 20 lb bags. He doesn't see how if he accepts this product he will ever be able to sell it off to the community. He would have to eat the cost himself. In sympathy I begin to calculate how he could push the corn.
Meantime, he admits he accepted several barrels of mead and ale. After all, hops is vegan. Yet, he doubts his customers will want to purchase this either. So, I immediately find myself suggesting why not try to sell them as a package. With the slogan, "Get Drunk and Tile your Roof with Corn." As for some reason I can see no other useful purpose for that much corn. That's when I began to become lucid.
This concept to me strikes me a so absolutely ridiculous, that I'm appalled I even suggested it. Yet somehow I find myself laughing uncontrollably, perhaps to cover my considerable lapse of judgment.
No sooner is the suggestion made that I find myself laughing so hard I awaken from my completely ridiculous dream, with full memory of the events. How bizarre. What I find more disturbing than the fact that I can imagine corn being used to tile a roof, and consider it a fun activity to do when drunk, is that I woke up so damn early after having difficulty getting to sleep the night before. Which of course means come this afternoon I'm going to be seriously lagging, and i hate being in that condition.
So an active imagination is fun, especially when you can remember the crazy adventures you go on when your conscious mind is at rest.
Again, just posting 'cause I had to get it out, so I can go ahead and forget about it and move on with my day. Hope it was somewhat entertaining, for someone other than myself.