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Odd dream
13 years ago
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I don't think I've ever had one like this before. I'm in no hurry for another.
The scene: some kind of animated cartoon, a Robert Crumb style marginal urban neighborhood with cracked sidewalks and battered storefronts. I don't recall any cars, mobile ones anyhow. Characters, myself (a skunk) and a raccoon, both drawn in a style combining Walt Kelly's Pogo and Over the Hedges - somehow I could see myself and be myself at the same time, which can be a neat trick sometimes. Our mission: to confront The Man about some human devlopment that was screwing up our home turf.
We found The Man (as the raccoon seemed to think he was), an elderly Hispanic gentleman in a rundown barbershop that he owned and ran; he didn't seem to be surprised at having two animals wander in the front door and start talking to him. Actually it was the raccoon's idea, I was too sceptical about anything useful coming from our trip. Why was I there? Maybe he felt he needed some backup in case things went wrong, in which case I doubt I would have been very helpful. I was ill, dizzy, my coordination was off and I had some difficulty keeping up with the raccoon, and when we arrived I was unable to follow the conversation to any extent.
As I thought, nada. We started back to a place that was almost certainly no longer there, and the raccoon seemed to be reconciled to this. He began talking about how we would all go to "some better place, just around the corner," and presently we came to a turn in the street where he told me to hop off the curb, we were on our way.
Looking down I saw it was a steep cliff of maybe 100 or even 1000 feet, and the people were like ants running about down below. He told me again to hop off, and for some obscure reason I did so, expecting a long whistling drop ending in a dull thud - and doing a bellyflop from three inches into the dirt while ants like people scurried around me.
Seeing my bewildered expression (so far as skunks have expressions), the raccoon asked me if I was all right. I replied after a moment, "No, not all right at all..."
And at this point I woke up, not drifting awake as I usually do but with jerk, around 5 AM. Needless to say I got little sleep after this (I wound up sitting up reading the new issue of WIRED). All in all a disconcerting nocturnal adventure, the origins of which remains mostly unknown. I still have a slight headache, too.
The scene: some kind of animated cartoon, a Robert Crumb style marginal urban neighborhood with cracked sidewalks and battered storefronts. I don't recall any cars, mobile ones anyhow. Characters, myself (a skunk) and a raccoon, both drawn in a style combining Walt Kelly's Pogo and Over the Hedges - somehow I could see myself and be myself at the same time, which can be a neat trick sometimes. Our mission: to confront The Man about some human devlopment that was screwing up our home turf.
We found The Man (as the raccoon seemed to think he was), an elderly Hispanic gentleman in a rundown barbershop that he owned and ran; he didn't seem to be surprised at having two animals wander in the front door and start talking to him. Actually it was the raccoon's idea, I was too sceptical about anything useful coming from our trip. Why was I there? Maybe he felt he needed some backup in case things went wrong, in which case I doubt I would have been very helpful. I was ill, dizzy, my coordination was off and I had some difficulty keeping up with the raccoon, and when we arrived I was unable to follow the conversation to any extent.
As I thought, nada. We started back to a place that was almost certainly no longer there, and the raccoon seemed to be reconciled to this. He began talking about how we would all go to "some better place, just around the corner," and presently we came to a turn in the street where he told me to hop off the curb, we were on our way.
Looking down I saw it was a steep cliff of maybe 100 or even 1000 feet, and the people were like ants running about down below. He told me again to hop off, and for some obscure reason I did so, expecting a long whistling drop ending in a dull thud - and doing a bellyflop from three inches into the dirt while ants like people scurried around me.
Seeing my bewildered expression (so far as skunks have expressions), the raccoon asked me if I was all right. I replied after a moment, "No, not all right at all..."
And at this point I woke up, not drifting awake as I usually do but with jerk, around 5 AM. Needless to say I got little sleep after this (I wound up sitting up reading the new issue of WIRED). All in all a disconcerting nocturnal adventure, the origins of which remains mostly unknown. I still have a slight headache, too.
Karno
~karno
Kinda cool, actually. I gotta get my ol' dream journal started back up.
