a home in the pines

May 30, 2016 13:47

Somewhere in the wilderness is a cheerfully run-down humble home. Clad with sun-faded yellow aluminum siding, dark windows collecting dust in the corners, and no electricity, it was my home in this dream.

Wishing to expand my living space, I began cutting down young pine trees and stacking them around the house. No joining, no nails, just gravity and physics keeping them in one place. A recipe for disaster.

While admiring the fruits of my industry, I saw storm on the horizon. The forests's treetops were maybe 100 feet from the cloudbottoms, and whirling inbetween was a tremendously fat cyclone stretching more than a mile in diameter. I easily clambered into the cellar to watch my addition fly up and away to nowhere. Coming out wasn't so easy as the hole was now significantly more narrow, or I had grown fatter while waiting out the storm. Lots of twisting and squeezing to make my way outside to survey the damage.

Rather than sitting in a stand of trees, the area around my home was now barren and brown.

Later there was a vaguely remembered vignette about Paulie Walnuts from The Sopranos being my urologist.

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