So this is a bit of a gruesome post. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK…
The other day we had an excursion on a boat. I know. Not very gruesome. Just wait. It gets really sad and gruesome soon. So the ride was long, and when we finally reached land we all had scurvy and were terribly dehydrated, (which may seem paradoxical, but we also very badly needed to use the restroom) Anywho, we found a museum thing that was closed, and decided to hold off eating, and instead tromp around the grounds of the closed museum. A man who runs the restaurant of the museum saw our misshapen bodies (remember scurvy) and invited us into his closed and empty restaurant (no food. No help!) He was nice enough. He had a dog named Baloo, you know from the Jungle Book. So I liked him right from the start. He also had a worker guy in his empty closed restaurant. Well, while the owner was showing off his empty restaurant, the worker guy pulled me aside and showed me various aspects of the restaurant. Here is a dead fish head. Here is a pool table. Here is a stuffed Beaver. You know things like that. Very romantic… Anyway, the worker guy and I had a moment. So we left the restaurant and promptly had to use the restroom. There was just a smelly outhouse thing. So I, along we the others, waited in line patiently. Just as it was about to be my turn, the worker guy told me that I didn’t have to wait in line for the outhouse, that I could use his toilet, in his house (which was attached to the restaurant) I, of course, accepted his offer. I am not opposed to a nice toilet. Anyway, I guess when I was in the toilet the worker guy noticed that we were all hungry. The director told him that we have food, but unfortunately that I can’t eat it (pork, and I don’t eat swine…) So when I got out of the toilet, the worker guy gifted me his fish pie thing (it actually was really tasty) just for me. I was quite flattered. The guy and I obviously had some sort of connection. Ok. Well are you ready for the gruesome part? Well he is dead now! No. I am not kidding. He drowned a few hours we left. We don’t know exactly the circumstances surrounding his death. But regardless, I was quite sad to hear that he had died. Its not like I was ever going to see him again. But still. No one else from my group had any interactions with him. In fact when we found out, he was described to the group as the guy who gave me the fish pie. Him and I had a special interaction. And now he is dead. It is all very sad.
Ok. So that wasn’t all that gruesome. More sad. But still.
Ok the gruesome part. Ordinarily I don’t like to talk about myself personally, but I had this dream the other day, and I can’t get it out of my mind. Anyway. I will just give you the important pieces of the dream.
I was riding a people mover, and I look down and see a giraffe head rolling by. Then I look to my right, and see a headless giraffe fall to its knees, dead. Then I expand my vision, and notice that the giraffe is in some sort of zoo place. I decide to get out of the people mover to check out what is going on. I see that the place is not a zoo but rather a reserve to hunt exotic animals. I decide to enter, being interested of course. However, as soon as I enter, I almost get beheaded myself, but the attacker and his sword just miss me. I take a closer look at the attacker, as clearly I am confused. I am on a reserve to hunt wild game. I am not wild game. As I try to find the hunter I see all around me rhinos and tigers and elephants. Mostly dead, but some still alive, all running frantically for their lives. Then at that moment I get a glimpse of the hunter, he is a monkey. Huge. Like a human in all ways, except a monkey. Think Planet of the Apes, but way better makeup. Anyway, I stop to think about the situation. There aren’t any monkeys that big. This can’t be real. But then I think about it some more, and realize that humans are essentially monkeys too.
Ok So I will let you think about that somemore. But wow. I am still weirded out about that dream. Cant get the image of the giraffe head rolling on the floor, and the giraffe body falling to the floor in slo-mo.