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Weird dream.
Vacationing in some Alpine area, and taking a skyway-tram type thing to the summit where there were great glaciers and stark rocky peaks and pine forests to be seen. Tried a restaurant but it was full of weary smoke-jumpers and they'd eaten all the food. It was amusing though because they'd hung up their jumpsuits (They were wearing clothes underneath) and their jumpsuits had their cool nicknames embroidered on them, as though they were for "Top Gun" type fighter pilots. I can't remember the names now but they were silly things like "Chunk Style" and "Big Horse". Plus firefighters are cute anyway, and they were so tired and so apologetic about eating all the food. We laughed about it.
In the background, the news all over the TV in the restaurant and in the hotels and on the radio was that Superman was real, a powerful godlike being from another world, and he had decided to come to Earth to be our superhero. So there was all kinds of debate about what he'd be like, and how this would affect everything. There was a lot of discussion because if Superman was a white man, and he's going to be enforcing his will on brown people, is that right? People were pleading with Superman (through radio transmission, as he was flying in from wherever) to try to reveal himself as something everyone could accept, for the good of all.
This buzz of news seemed sort of distant and unreal, here on top of the Alps or wherever it was, where it was all cold and snow and beautiful, although some of the people here were hoping that this high viewpoint would let them see Superman's arrival better. My main concern was that I'd spent too much time here (the skyway ride was a lot longer than I'd thought) and I had to get back to my Mom who would be worried. So I tried to get back on the skyway but I'd JUST missed a tram and had to run after it, climb a tower, and jump for it, and got aboard.
I tried to contact my Mom on a cellphone-radio thing, to let her know where I was, but the airwaves were being taken over by the Superman news; he was entering our visual range, and the announcer was going through the "It's a bird! It's a plane! What WILL Superman look like?! I can see him! I CAN SEE HIM! It's.... A KITTEN!!" Screams of "Awwww!" in the background, tears of joy from the announcer, yes, indeed, Superman was in a form that would appeal to EVERYONE, and the world would be saved.
I leaned back in the skyway tram and turned off the radio, feeling pleased in a distant sort of way, because I too happened to have a kitten handy, as Teshi seemed to have decided to come along on the tramride. I wondered for a moment if she was Superman, but the news was saying the Super-Kitten was in fact a calico, four colors (white, black, grey and red), so that'd be a no. The tundra rolled by outside the skyway and for some reason we were only a foot or two off the ground now, and I saw a wolverine nest (it looked like a crater and the wolverines were odd looking, but I knew that's what it was) and then Teshi ran out to play with the wolverine kits and I was worried, but she made friends with one and brought it back into the tram. It was cute, although I realized it was in fact a "thundering wolverine" which apparently is this thing like a wolverine but with huge mobile spikes all over it and great boney bowl-like plates of armor and they're the size of a coffee table when full grown. As they grow, they collect gravel in between the spines and the plates, and when they are angry and they are whirling their spikes, the spikes roll the gravel around inside the armor plates and makes this sound like thunder, very scary. I played with the baby one (it was like a hedgehog-ferret) and remembered Farley Mowat raised one, but he'd had to teach her how to roll her spines at all, and she never was as dynamic about it as a wild one.
Then I finally got back to civilization, met up with my Mom to reassure her (she'd been busy with something else and had barely noticed I was gone), and I picked up a newspaper article about Superman's arrival... to see that, apparently, what they meant by a kitten was, in fact, a "sex kitten". Yes, "Superman" was in fact a hot chick, and yet, apparently, everyone really likes hot chicks, too, so it worked out all right, I guess. But apparently other people had had the same idea I had, because there were also political-cartoon type images of super-kittens, including one of a lineup of various important political figures in knight's armor, and one of them was a headless knight with a kitten peering out through the waistband gap and looking fierce.
Then, I woke up slowly, then realized there was the vile and familiar stench of cat shit reeking through the room; I leapt up and tried to track it down and couldn't, then finally found that Teshi had crapped under the bed, three feet below my sleeping dreaming head.
Thanks, super-kitten.
Vacationing in some Alpine area, and taking a skyway-tram type thing to the summit where there were great glaciers and stark rocky peaks and pine forests to be seen. Tried a restaurant but it was full of weary smoke-jumpers and they'd eaten all the food. It was amusing though because they'd hung up their jumpsuits (They were wearing clothes underneath) and their jumpsuits had their cool nicknames embroidered on them, as though they were for "Top Gun" type fighter pilots. I can't remember the names now but they were silly things like "Chunk Style" and "Big Horse". Plus firefighters are cute anyway, and they were so tired and so apologetic about eating all the food. We laughed about it.
In the background, the news all over the TV in the restaurant and in the hotels and on the radio was that Superman was real, a powerful godlike being from another world, and he had decided to come to Earth to be our superhero. So there was all kinds of debate about what he'd be like, and how this would affect everything. There was a lot of discussion because if Superman was a white man, and he's going to be enforcing his will on brown people, is that right? People were pleading with Superman (through radio transmission, as he was flying in from wherever) to try to reveal himself as something everyone could accept, for the good of all.
This buzz of news seemed sort of distant and unreal, here on top of the Alps or wherever it was, where it was all cold and snow and beautiful, although some of the people here were hoping that this high viewpoint would let them see Superman's arrival better. My main concern was that I'd spent too much time here (the skyway ride was a lot longer than I'd thought) and I had to get back to my Mom who would be worried. So I tried to get back on the skyway but I'd JUST missed a tram and had to run after it, climb a tower, and jump for it, and got aboard.
I tried to contact my Mom on a cellphone-radio thing, to let her know where I was, but the airwaves were being taken over by the Superman news; he was entering our visual range, and the announcer was going through the "It's a bird! It's a plane! What WILL Superman look like?! I can see him! I CAN SEE HIM! It's.... A KITTEN!!" Screams of "Awwww!" in the background, tears of joy from the announcer, yes, indeed, Superman was in a form that would appeal to EVERYONE, and the world would be saved.
I leaned back in the skyway tram and turned off the radio, feeling pleased in a distant sort of way, because I too happened to have a kitten handy, as Teshi seemed to have decided to come along on the tramride. I wondered for a moment if she was Superman, but the news was saying the Super-Kitten was in fact a calico, four colors (white, black, grey and red), so that'd be a no. The tundra rolled by outside the skyway and for some reason we were only a foot or two off the ground now, and I saw a wolverine nest (it looked like a crater and the wolverines were odd looking, but I knew that's what it was) and then Teshi ran out to play with the wolverine kits and I was worried, but she made friends with one and brought it back into the tram. It was cute, although I realized it was in fact a "thundering wolverine" which apparently is this thing like a wolverine but with huge mobile spikes all over it and great boney bowl-like plates of armor and they're the size of a coffee table when full grown. As they grow, they collect gravel in between the spines and the plates, and when they are angry and they are whirling their spikes, the spikes roll the gravel around inside the armor plates and makes this sound like thunder, very scary. I played with the baby one (it was like a hedgehog-ferret) and remembered Farley Mowat raised one, but he'd had to teach her how to roll her spines at all, and she never was as dynamic about it as a wild one.
Then I finally got back to civilization, met up with my Mom to reassure her (she'd been busy with something else and had barely noticed I was gone), and I picked up a newspaper article about Superman's arrival... to see that, apparently, what they meant by a kitten was, in fact, a "sex kitten". Yes, "Superman" was in fact a hot chick, and yet, apparently, everyone really likes hot chicks, too, so it worked out all right, I guess. But apparently other people had had the same idea I had, because there were also political-cartoon type images of super-kittens, including one of a lineup of various important political figures in knight's armor, and one of them was a headless knight with a kitten peering out through the waistband gap and looking fierce.
Then, I woke up slowly, then realized there was the vile and familiar stench of cat shit reeking through the room; I leapt up and tried to track it down and couldn't, then finally found that Teshi had crapped under the bed, three feet below my sleeping dreaming head.
Thanks, super-kitten.