Thursday, July 24, 2008

Nocturnal Mentations

I dreamed a dream.

Walking on the soft, powdery sands of some isolated beach somewhere, I came upon some strange sights (which are strange only in retrospect because in dreamland, nothing is strange).

There was a Papersurfer performing a jaunty tune on a harmonica - the sunlight bouncing off his ass - harmonizing with the melody of a song being played by the World's Best Vodka-Swilling Tape DJ. Bouncing with utmost gusto to the music was a Most Handsome Wolf, whose steps somehow reminded me of a dance reality TV show that I've never even watched.

A hobbit running past distracted me; it was being chased by an Italian-loving Truthsayer, though it looked like the little creature wasn't really trying to escape. A great shadow suddenly shielded me from the glaring sun; looking up I saw a Wise Dragon and on his back, a Lovely Citizen of the World -- they were off on one of their missions to disseminate knowledge and kindness to humankind -- along with lots of smooches and gropes sent along by She Whose World Turns So Enchantingly.

A few meters offshore, an Old Git was bathing his sore shins in the balmy waters, having been kicked yet again by his better half for lo, she is a Terrible Goddess indeed. A Bodacious Corset-Clad Nurse sat waiting for him beneath a huge palm tree, for treating the problems that come with old age is within her field of expertise (in addition to bedroom sports. But not with the Old Git! Oh, no. That'll earn him more than just a kick in the shins.).

A door appeared in the middle of the beach, and opening it, I entered a scene of genteel madness. For there was a Glamorous Puss shimmying up and down most enticingly on a pole while simultaneously singing the praises of beautifully-dressed people. The Perpetual Writer was engrossed in events in the lives of little Lego superheroes while the Queen of Memes prettily proclaimed amnesty for those imprisoned in Bloggingham Dungeon. Brilliant Peace Globes were flying helter-skelter, and the Cacher of Photos was busily clicking away on her camera to record everything in sight. The Thwarter of Complacency smiled dreamily, images of kittens, the moon, and the sea dancing in his mind.

But wait, did I hear the strains of a Bollywood song when I espied Two Halves of a Brain, enveloped in pink mist, prancing along on the soft and alluring pavements of Witness Lane? Hahaha, what a gorgeous sight! A Big Leather Couch beckoned, and sitting on it was like coming home. With the Greatest Honk 'n' Holler, I raised to my lips the bottle of cold beer that appeared magically in my hand.

I didn't really dream that dream.

But it was a lovely dream nonetheless.


15 comments:

Photo Cache said...

The thought of capturing the sun bouncing off Papersurfer's ass is quite tempting. I think I'm abandoning all landscape pictures. :)

Ian said...

:)

Daddy Papersurfer said...

I am going to have to carefully examine Penfold's back-side and see what all the fuss is about ....... and the NM/DP scenario would indeed result in an extremely high shin kick.

I thought beer might be involved .....

*hugs* *blogsnog* *XXX*

.....OW!! [apparently I went too far - oh well]

Anonymous said...

I think penfold's bottom may already be taken :-)

Glamourpuss said...

That is a lovely dream - any dream with a pole in it is lovely for me :-)

Puss x

Mimi Lenox said...

"Brilliant Peace Globes were flying helter-skelter".....ahhhh...now that's a fine dream indeed.

Good to see you and your imagination are working brilliantly as well. As usual.

Vinny "Bond" Marini said...

And what did you drink before this 'dream'?

hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?

Travis Cody said...

Handsome? Me?

Awwwwww shucks.

H said...

Awwwww Lovely Lizza! I'd love nothing better than be prancing down Witness Lane ;-) He's captured my imagination.

But I do recollect sharing a beautiful long moment with a stunning mermaid, amidst the pink mist as we shimmied to a Bollywood song. She seemed soooo familiar!

She said her name was Lizza. And i gave her a big long hug. I said "Hello sarling sister, lovely to share this dream with you."

H said...

sarling?! hahahahaha. DARLING, I meant.

lastlifeinmyuniverse said...

hehe i like this post. it had a certain surreal feeling to it -- just like how a dream would! :)

Unknown said...

Hey Loverly Lizza - I'm glad my arse can assist in your dream scenario fabrication - it's always good to know that these things can be uselful at times... x

Liz Hill said...

Ahh sweet Lizza--your dreams are evanescent pearls.

Anonymous said...

Hey cool, I turned up in your not-really-a-dream.

Migs Bassig said...

I'm in your dream! I would love to conjure up, in my sleep, a world where my favorite writers are interacting; I wouldn't want to wake up from it; I guess you and H would be locked in a tight, loving embrace.

One thing: my pavements may be soft, but they aren't alluring at all. Ha!

Cheers!