29 August 2009
The Funny Farm Dream
Beautiful birds flew up to us to feed. I had never seen birds like this. I knew I was far from home. Gentle pastle rainbow colours. Cyclops bird had one central eye that I laughed at, until he relaxed and let the 2 eyeballs separate out to normal...
I was there in my shiney silver, rectangular sequined dress after the party, and all the alien people were appauled at my fashion sense. Then I was naked in a comby van headed to some big field/farm/holiday camp. I managed to get on some black undies and a shirt before getting out of the van and grabbing a pants outfit off the manaquin travelling on the outside of the van. My muddy thongs made the white pants all dirty as I pushed my feet in.
The first yocal told me he had an ant farm which I thought was a ridiculous thing to farm. They were joy ants I think. Huge fields of people were engaged in playful activities, like dreamworld but on a farm. There were muddy races up to a house, skateboarding and a rave doof tent. On the balcony in the doof room I was shown the dancers below doing kung fu moves. I was a spectator to the scene, at this later stage of my life, no longer ruling the dance floor. My host was showing me around. An old rave classic song came on and filled my heart with joy as I remembered the early 90s. But my host said "You remember you were thinking about Richard when you were out raving. You were sad a lot of the time." Indeed I was. Many years of sadness.
The show was over and my hosts said goodbye as I finished up at the farm with the odd alien type yocal people. Goodbye. Dream ends.
I was there in my shiney silver, rectangular sequined dress after the party, and all the alien people were appauled at my fashion sense. Then I was naked in a comby van headed to some big field/farm/holiday camp. I managed to get on some black undies and a shirt before getting out of the van and grabbing a pants outfit off the manaquin travelling on the outside of the van. My muddy thongs made the white pants all dirty as I pushed my feet in.
The first yocal told me he had an ant farm which I thought was a ridiculous thing to farm. They were joy ants I think. Huge fields of people were engaged in playful activities, like dreamworld but on a farm. There were muddy races up to a house, skateboarding and a rave doof tent. On the balcony in the doof room I was shown the dancers below doing kung fu moves. I was a spectator to the scene, at this later stage of my life, no longer ruling the dance floor. My host was showing me around. An old rave classic song came on and filled my heart with joy as I remembered the early 90s. But my host said "You remember you were thinking about Richard when you were out raving. You were sad a lot of the time." Indeed I was. Many years of sadness.
The show was over and my hosts said goodbye as I finished up at the farm with the odd alien type yocal people. Goodbye. Dream ends.
