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HalfMooner
Dingaling
Philippines
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 Posted - 02/21/2006 : 20:28:05
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This is being posted under "Humor" not because it's funny, but merely because I don't want it taken too seriously.
Dreams to me are sources of entertainment, and, in a few rare cases, sources of artistic or even intellectual inspiration. One evening in the 1970's, I created one of the earliest "home computer" games, after first having a vivid dream of playing it. There's a tale that the chemist Friedrich August Kekulé von Stradonitz dreamed of a snake eating its own tail, and the next day was able to finally figure out the molecular structure of benzene, a structure which had eluded chemists for some time.
A common modern theory of dreams is that they are a by-product of a process in which the sleeping brain sorts out recent experiences, and files memories away for long-term storage. No wonder so many dreams are a Felliniesque hodge-podge of people and events we've recently witnessed.
I thus don't discount the value of "dream interpretation" entirely. In rare cases dreams may well be "telling" us something that our conscious minds just haven't yet figured out. But for me, dreams are usually just funny.
This afternoon's nap dream was a hoot.
I was an adult, but at my 1950's childhood home on a hilltop in San Diego's Encanto neighborhood. The countryside was more open than it actually is now. We had a dual-gun 3"/50 caliber anti-aircraft gun mount in our back yard, just the kind that was on my ship when I was in the Navy. The USA was in an on-again, off-again war against the Confederate States of America.
A steam-powered dirigible hovered near my house, and a single Southerner descended a rope ladder from it. The Confederate denied he or his vessel were military in any way, and he sneered as he bragged that he and the airship thus were untouchable by us Federals. But he also subtly tried to project a certain menacing air. I wondered what his act was all about.
Then my family and I heard explosions down in the nearby valley, along Imperial Avenue and the San Diego and Arizona Eastern Railway tracks. We spotted a second dirigible, dropping bombs. I mounted the gun along with my mother, father, sister, and brother, who made up the rest of my family/gun crew. Once the bomb dirigible was clear of our house and we had a clear shot, we brought it down in one shot, burning in a hydrogen fireball. I then swung the gun round, and, to the Confederate's shock, we took out the first dirigible as well.
"You thought you could distract us from the raid, but you couldn't, Reb!" I told the officer.
(Yes, I had been thinking about, reading about, or watching on TV each of the elements of this silly dream. And no, my childhood was a bit later than Civil War times.)
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Edited by - HalfMooner on 02/22/2006 01:41:22
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