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I dreamed the wife and I were living in Finland or some such northern land, in a row of comfortable Hobbit-like homes, single-story, brick, laced together in cozy blocks, row by row. Across the way was a quiet liquor store where an amiable lady with large glasses and whitish, stringy hair served a variety of booze to the locals. It felt like retirement. All was well.
A few doors away from us, a short-term rental cottage was being rented out to the singer Elvis Costello, who was in town for a gig. I went across the way to get a beer stein full of booze for our new short-term neighbor; the lady apologized, as all she had on tap was Stella Artois. (In the waking world, I don't drink beer.) As I returned home and stepped across the threshold, there was a bellowing and a shaking. The beer stein went tumbling, beer spilling across the floor.
The wife and I looked up to see, maybe two hundred yards off in the distance, a giant. He was maybe 40 feet tall, looming over the houses and causing a ruckus. He hated Elvis Costello, see, and was making it known by rampaging through town. He was beardless, and wore a long, green cloak like a wizard of some sort, and was clearly agitated. People gathered in the streets to watch the unfolding carnage.
I stooped down in our small, beer-stained foyer and picked up a cell phone charging cord and wrapped in in my fists. Now in the dream I had some super powers, such as the ability to fly, and a limited magical ability: as in the picture "Men in Black," I could cause people in a given range to forget what they had seen. This came in useful, of course, because for me to fly I had to take several prancing, preposterous leaps, which was embarrassing to perform and perhaps even embarrassing to watch. I pranced a few times through the crowd and then took the air, finally, exhaustingly, making sure to deploy the forgetting magic on my neighbors, to spare them the ridiculous scene.
I then soared and landed square on the giant's chest, knocking him to the ground and pinning him, and then wrapping the charging cord around his rather scrawny neck. As I began to choke him, he proceeded to grunt and challenge me to a magical duel (he was also a wizard, you see). Knowing that my own magical powers were quite limited, I continued to choke him as we rolled in a heap along the ground.
A few doors away from us, a short-term rental cottage was being rented out to the singer Elvis Costello, who was in town for a gig. I went across the way to get a beer stein full of booze for our new short-term neighbor; the lady apologized, as all she had on tap was Stella Artois. (In the waking world, I don't drink beer.) As I returned home and stepped across the threshold, there was a bellowing and a shaking. The beer stein went tumbling, beer spilling across the floor.
The wife and I looked up to see, maybe two hundred yards off in the distance, a giant. He was maybe 40 feet tall, looming over the houses and causing a ruckus. He hated Elvis Costello, see, and was making it known by rampaging through town. He was beardless, and wore a long, green cloak like a wizard of some sort, and was clearly agitated. People gathered in the streets to watch the unfolding carnage.
I stooped down in our small, beer-stained foyer and picked up a cell phone charging cord and wrapped in in my fists. Now in the dream I had some super powers, such as the ability to fly, and a limited magical ability: as in the picture "Men in Black," I could cause people in a given range to forget what they had seen. This came in useful, of course, because for me to fly I had to take several prancing, preposterous leaps, which was embarrassing to perform and perhaps even embarrassing to watch. I pranced a few times through the crowd and then took the air, finally, exhaustingly, making sure to deploy the forgetting magic on my neighbors, to spare them the ridiculous scene.
I then soared and landed square on the giant's chest, knocking him to the ground and pinning him, and then wrapping the charging cord around his rather scrawny neck. As I began to choke him, he proceeded to grunt and challenge me to a magical duel (he was also a wizard, you see). Knowing that my own magical powers were quite limited, I continued to choke him as we rolled in a heap along the ground.
