This was the answer to a question posed to bloggers by Mr. Shife on his blog two weeks ago. We were given the task of answering... using the titles of Def Leppard songs in our answers. The question was "Why didn't you accept the last collect call you recieved?" I like stuff like that. The trouble is that I am not clever enough to think stuff like that up.
These are all over town right now. Asiatic lilies. They must be easy to grow or cheap. Maybe both. Whatever, they are pretty.
Last night I fell asleep before doing my blog post for today. I like to
give it a great deal of thought. Yeaaah... not happening today.
I woke up on the edge of a dream. In it, I was in Santa Cruz .
Not in the black and pink houses of my friend Kelly or our lovely white beach house on the cliffs with the deck on top. We were staying at Deck's beach house, which was one street over from Kelly's houses.
The "we" I speak of is my team in the scavenger hunt. Not the Saturday Scavenger hunt, but the one our Geography class had way back at Ananda the school.
Our teacher, Bill had come up with the idea. The class, which was not at all large, was split into two and we were each given maps and a clue to our first stop in the hunt. The rules were simple...
You could use any type of transportation available to you. That included buses, cars, bikes, etc. Three of us... Annie, Sheila and I chose to hitch-hike. You could do that then.
I'd like to say that we were safe hitch-hiking then, but we weren't. A few of us had some close calls. You never knew what sort of nutbag was going to pick you up. But as long as there were three of us, we should be okay, so off we set.
I don't know which clue we were on when the nutbag found us. All I can recall is that we did not stay in the car for long. He was from somewhere down south according to his accent. He wanted to know if we took drugs. He wanted very much to know where the closest orgy was. I don't think the car had even completely stopped before Sheila had the door open and was on the sidewalk.
When you found a clue, it gave you the clue to the next stop. I don't recall much else about the race to find the end of the game other than that I was sure that we could not possibly be on the winning team. It was getting late in the day and finding that last location had been tough. Surely the other team had won and it was past over.
We did end up winning. I think some of the other team's members gave up and went home. We stuck it out. Or maybe some of our other team members finished way before we did. It does not matter. We ended up in Santa Cruz as a reward for being the winning team... which led to my dream this morning about John screaming that he wanted "little nippers!" as he ran down the sidewalk in the heat to the mom and pop on the corner.
" Cheese Its" "Little Nippers". It's funny that a dream can be that short... just a mental youtube of John running down the street in those clunky biker boots yelling for Cheese Nips. Or that I swear that I could smell the ocean with a tint of popcorn in the salty air. How curious that my sleeping mind would notice how brilliantly blue the sky was or that I could feel the reflected heat from the side walk. Stranger still was the feeling of being half-baked myself as I struggled into reality.
I think that dreams are reflections of reality. Not quite clear memories. More like a mirror image. Something that has been flipped. It looks the same. It feels very much the same. But if you look carefully, it is not the same at all. It's a ghost of what was.
Care to share a dream?
