Dreams of Self Indulgence
11/12/2005
Last night, the quirkiest dream ran through my brain as I slept not-so-peacefully in my state of illness.
A contest. A race. Three contestants in a large outdoor supermarket. The shelves are several stories tall, with ladders, slides and strange tunnels filled with a white sandy substance. It stretches for a mile. The object of the game is to run through the aisles and up and down the 'shelves' and knock down merchandise. From groceries to stereos to I-Beams and PVC pipes and everything inbetween.
A lot like a Shopping Spree, only much much grander in scale.
So the first contestant begins. The first contestant is methodical, modest, and terribly slow. He doesn't even go up the ladders, just takes things from the first few shelves and knocks them to the floor. Eventually his time runs out.
Second contestant. He runs up to the top, knocking things off everywhere, diving through tunnels, going down slides like some sort of crazy acrobat. Things are flying everywhere in a grand display of gluttonous need. We are all impressed... and eventually his time runs out.
Third contestant. Me. At first, I recreate what the second contestant was doing, but an epiphany strikes me once I reach the top of one of the multi-storied shelves. I grapple a center beam and rock back and forth until the entire fucking shelf falls over, and as it's hitting the shelf next to it, I dive into the air and catch the top of the next shelf and keep riding the wave until all of them have crashed to the ground in a grand display of unbridled chaos and destruction. At the end of my turn, I am a mile away from where I need to be to claim my winning title, so I hop in a car and begin the trek back to the beginning.
And before I can get there, I wake up coughing.....
posted by novachild @ Saturday, November 12, 2005,
1 Comments:
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At 3:58 PM,
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Hmmm, that's interesting. Sounds like fun though. I can't remember any dreams lately.
