I just got back from a week’s holiday, and I don’t know if all that heat at the beach melted some of my synapses but last night I had the following dream:
I was at some kind of conference or event, at a big lodge in the woods, and this conference was of national importance and included heads of state. People in tiaras and tuxes were milling about the pine-needle-carpeted floor on their way in to the lodge to do whatever it is this conference was supposed to do – probably solving the combined political crises of the Middle East and Africa before dinner and drinks. But anyway, so I was watching this from a distance and then suddenly I was in another part of the lodge complex in the woods, talking to my (temporary) boss (I say temporary because I am currently on loan to his department). And my temporary boss was getting ready to attend this event as well but he needed a HORSE (of course he did) to arrive upon, otherwise he would not strike the right note of gravitas. So I turned to this unnaturally tall, lanky person next to me, who incidentally possessed magical abilities to shape-shift, and who (in my dream) was my (temporary) boss’s son and told him he’d have to turn into a horse and bear his father on his back to this reception thingy and hurry up because the delegates are all on their way into the building already. His son strongly objected to this plan because (he said) his magical abilities had been drained recently (oh please that is SO unrealistic – once you have magical abilities you do not lose them) and to prove to me that he could not turn into a horse he stretched his body out even taller and arched over on all fours and remained there for a few minutes, glaring at me. “See?” he said petulantly. “The magic isn’t working today! I told you I need to go get topped up.” Well, I thought to myself, I can see through HIM like a PANE OF GLASS. So then I was furious because he would not do my bidding and I KNEW it was just because he didn’t want to help his father out. For a second I wasn’t sure how to solve the problem and then I remembered there was a little white mare in the stable around the corner (what stable? Suddenly there was a stable). “We can send you in on the little white mare” I told my boss, and he was fine with this plan and I glowered at the unhelpful son and then the dream was over.
Yeah. I don’t. What? I don't know. SO WEIRD.