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QotD: The Lion Grumbles and Mumbles
“The lion is the king of beasts. It often grumbles and mumbles to itself, proving it to be quite intelligent.” — Quotation from a book I was reading in a dream.
I am told that most of my dreams are unusual. Now, not all of them are. I woke from a dream the other day that was the typical anxiety dream. Nothing was going right in that dream. I woke up and told my wife to keep her dreams on her side of the bed, since that is much more typical of her dreams. Most of my dreams seem to be full cinematic productions. It is like I am either watching a full movie, right down to the credits and soundtrack, or I am directing a movie. Shortly after James Gandolfini died, I dreamed I was directing him as the romantic lead in a rom-com. I have no idea if he ever starred in a rom-com in life, but he was doing great at it in my dream. (And why shouldn’t a tough-looking, balding, middle-aged man be the male lead in a rom-com?) Something much more recently was on Saturday. I had a dream that I had been watching a movie, and at the end of the movie, they had a song about going to Mars. The dream/movie was not about that, but the ending song was. I woke up and sang the part of the song I remembered to my wife.
This morning I awoke with another dream in my head. It was certainly one very much in keeping with my dreams, although it was not cinematic. Instead, I had been reading a children’s picture book of animals. The dream was extremely vivid. For instance, on the page for the cat, there was also the body of a dead and desiccated mouse next to the cat. Very vivid. Then there was the page for the lion, the text of which I have quoted above. I thought it very funny that the implication was that because the lion grumbles and mumbles to itself, it must therefore be quite intelligent. The book I was reading in my dream must have been written by a curmudgeon.
What sort of dreams do you have? Are any of them quotable?
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Spinach and pineapple? Is there no limit to your depravity?
Hmmm. I never thought of combining them on the same pizza. Double-plus good, maybe! Worth a try, anyway.
With a fried egg on top. (What, I’m being helpful!)
You’re not just a menace like @arahant. You’re a contagious menace!
I very often dream of downtown Joliet, IL, where I grew up. Just last night I dreamt that my husband and I were walking near the canal in the middle of town and came across a building with a facade of rusty metal bricks which were carved with images of firemen. I said it must be the old fireman’s hall. We walked near two of the bridges that cross the canal, but they were both wrapped in black tarps because they were being worked on.
I have often also dreamt of some place that I only recognize from another dream. I have dreams where there is no sky. There are tall buildings or trees or something that gives one the sense of moving about in dim places.
What a way to ruin perfectly good pineapple.
There are eight bridges now. Two are closed: Ruby Street and (as usual) Brandon Road. The Houbolt Road toll bridge is only a few years old. I haven’t crossed it yet because there’s nothing down that way that I need to get to badly enough to pay a toll.
I don’t know about a fire hall.
I don’t believe there was one such as that downtown.
I like it.
Maybe five or ten years ago, I had a dream that occurred on Jefferson Street outside of the old Weber Dairy store. But I don’t dream of Joliet very often anymore.
I dunno. I’ve thought about it, and the fried egg just doesn’t seem to be right. Why mess with perfectly good spinach ‘n pineapple?
Yep, the dream was right in front of the old milk bottle.
I was looking for a shot of that specifically. That was all I found.
Does it still exist? Or has the building been replaced?
The dairy is long gone. The building has either been replaced or extensively remodeled.
Five foot tall concrete milk bottles are hard to get rid of, though.
“I don’t want no god on my lawn,
Just a flower, I can help along. . .”
Or a five-foot tall concrete milk bottle. That would do, too.
Only remodeled. New windows. Change in the roofline there on the west. Looks like they added a mansard or overhang. Can’t see well with the tree.
Why would you want to?
Frost-giant milkmen? Maybe they get a bit too insistent about whether you’d like a barrel of yoghurt this week.
I hate it when they push baths on me like that.
Especially if they’ve maybe been put on a national registry or something. :-)
The dairy dates back to 1883, but was originally at Wilcox and Exchange Streets. I’m familiar with Wilcox, but Exchange Street has receded into the historical mist. A 1907 history of the region calls out notable moments in Weber history, such as the expansion of output by 50% by purchasing a third cow around 1884.