Jul 17, 2006 22:55
Last week I was appointed a curator for a real estate of a woman whose whereabouts are unknown. Last known piece of information about her is that she left the country in the 70’s and traveled to one of South America countries to become a missionary there.
So yesterday I had a dream where I traveled to SA in a best Indiana Jones way (biplane, leather jacket, Red Baron shawl). There, I went through the jungle up the Amazon river and after lots of snake and mosquito encounters I finally arrived at a small native Indian village. They were cannibals of course and were about to partake in an act of consumption of an old lady who was wearing glasses and had a pink umbrella in her hand. When I somehow managed to scare them away I approached the woman and said in deep voice: “ I AM… YOUR ... CURATOR”.
It suddenly seemed so overwhelmingly surreal to me that it was the first time ever that I woke up from laughter.
And now for something completely different: For some reason I have this awesome song haunting me all day long :
"...so I got a plan, it's the best that I can do
Now I'll say it's in God's hand's
but God doesn't always have the best goddamn plans, does he ?"