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[shadowtricker]

I tried to bite Bridgielove last night, only she thinks it's a bit funny and that I ought to put it up here. She was mucking about on the computer after she came home, you see, and I fell asleep in the chair listening to my Ladysmith Black Mambazo cd's. I was dreaming I was back in Africa, with my mouth full of dust. How could I have forgotten that, how you breathed the dust all the time and it told you things. First we were in the city, where the dust could tell you by taste that a car had passed through recently, and there were lots of people about, buying and selling because it was early morning. Then I was back in the village again, where the dust has this hint of rooibos, and not a trace of anything chemical. Then I went wandering out, past a lion with a fresh kill, and to hear the elephants and that wonderful constant rumble that you don't hear so much as you feel in your bones. Then I realized I was hungry, so I went hunting. I'd picked out a small herd, and I was trying to separate a nice impala off, circling and getting ready to make a flying run at the herd. Then something was in my face, so I snapped, and next thing I knew Bridgie was standing over me and trying to tell me it was all right. I wasn't really awake, and apparently I scolded her and told her I thought she was an impala. She sent me off upstairs to bed, but I got more awake after I laid down, and I really was hungry. I came back down and ate some key lime pie, but it wasn't the same.
I never did get back to that dream properly. The thing that got me awake upstairs was the bloody fishtank filter. My brain refused to resolve the sound of running water with the image of hunting on the African plains.
No harm done, and Bridgie seems to think it's an amusing story, so there you have it.