Kid just loves him some cows (komos) wrote,
Kid just loves him some cows

And now, a word from my subconscious

I’m on vacation in Germany visiting a city built on the side of a hill. I enter the dream walking down into the old part of town to browse antique dealers, and stopped at one that specialized in ivory artifacts. I remember how white everything in the store was. I think I was looking for a gift, perhaps for my mom. First, I was drawn to a sword-cane, but realized that it was well out of my price range. Then, I caught sight of a piece that was utterly beautiful (if somewhat arcane.) It was like an artist’s palette, but the space where oils could be mixed was all colored black. There was also an inking stone and several calligraphy brushes that were somehow integral to the whole.

I stood there looking at it for a bit, trying to figure out why it was only $150. Ultimately, I decided it was impractical and left the store.

The rest of the dream involved my being at the home of my “host family” (who I’ll confess looked a lot like my aunt and uncle) trying to arrange my flight home so I could be at work the next day. I was making calls from a bedroom, which gave me a sense of “yellow” even though I don’t actually recall seeing the color there. I ran into one problem after another. At first, I couldn’t find the number to call USAir because half the phonebook was taken up by graphic “escort” and “massage” ads. Then, I couldn’t actually dial the number right. The phone was working fine, but I kept hitting numbers twice, forgetting to dial a number in sequence, or just altogether losing track of what I was doing.

Of course, once I finally did get through, the flight was full and I realized that I would have to stay for a few more days.

That’s about when I woke up.

Yeah, I am seeing the obvious parallels.

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