Barrow-Down Dreams

[Mithalwen]

Originally Posted by Aganzir

I had a dream Mith worked in my office.

Was I grumbling about the heating, badgering people about invoices, cursing the photocopier and saying "Fine" in the way that doesn't mean "That's okay" but rather "Well if that is your attitude, prepare for Shock and Awe"?

[Galadriel55]

I had a dream that birthday celebrations at Pitch's place started a couple months early, and Downers were already gathering there with the plan of hanging around and partying on until July, which made Mrs. Pitch rather unhappy. I arrived too, and met some of the Finland delegation, Faramir Jones, and other unnamed Downers - and of course Pitch, who also seemed overwhelmed from entertaining guests for such a long time. At that point I realized that I was supposed to do a whole lot before coming there, and told the Downers that I would have to go back to Edingurgh "because all my stuff is still there. Oh, and I have two more months of classes". They suggested I "call in sick and stay until Monday night". I thought that's a good idea, but I couldn't for the life of me recall what day of the week it is now and what I'd be missing between now and Monday. Meanwhile, Agan was trying to show me what Finnish sounds like, but she kept picking borrowed words that basically sound like accented English. It was at that moment that we learned that war broke out, so everyone began studying the ranks and epaulettes of the officers (of what army? Well, the one fighting the war, of course!). Then we learned an interesting fact about the Finnish army (who was not, for the record, fighting the war). Apparently they have a semi-autonomous section lead by a medium-rank officer, and all their epaulettes, instead of having the usual stripes or stars or dots and stuff, have a unicorn head.

[Galadriel55]

My family and I were on a long trip on some very large cruise, or maybe one of those Doctor Who city-spaceships, and Hookbill was coming for a visit. I made a very tasty looking baked dessert roll for his coming, and set off to meet him in the arrival place. I was a little late because of the baking, and he wasn't there by the time I came. On the way back I discovered he has met my siblings and some other kids, and they were all arguing heatedly over something in a park. "I am disappointed in you," I reprimanded Hook, "The kids are kids and my siblings are my siblings, but I thought better of you."

When we came home, I offered him the roll I made, but the ungrateful dream-Hook refused. "I am allergic to ragweed, cat dander, and[list some other allergies that are irrelevant to baked goods], I can't eat it. Even if you say you didn't use any of the ingredients I am allergic to, you have cats at home, and their hair could have gotten on the roll." Well, dream-Hook, for your information the allergens you listed are all respiratory and would not do squat to you if a tiny bit got in your stomach, it's not like you're stuffing yourself full of cat dander - but whatever, more dessert for me.

After chatting for a while, Hookbill said he was hungry and he really wanted eggs and carrots. So we started wrapping quail eggs (because we can, that's why) and pieces or carrot into foil to bake in an oven (because we can, that's why). Dream-Hook seemed very happy about the prospective meal, despite the possibility of cat fur getting on the tinfoil. The hypocrite.

[Inziladun]

So, last night I dreamed that The Barrow Downs was a book/hobby shop, owned by the Barrow-Wight.
I went inside, noting that it had been completely redecorated since my last visit. I found The Wight (who, for some strange reason, looked like this guy), and told him how I liked the new look of the place. He then informed me he had, in fact, just sold the store, and that woud be his last day there.
Crestfallen, I said I wanted to stay in touch, and gave him one of my business cards. The phone number on the card was wrong, and I gave him another card. The number on that one was wrong too, and with mounting dismay, I awoke. Analyze that, Freud.

[Pitchwife]

Last night I dreamed I met Esty on a train and persuaded her to join me for a little detour to Tübingen (the town where I lived until ten years ago). Once arrived there, we went to a library (not the one I used to work at) to look at a huge new illustrated biography of Tolkien containing many previously unpublished photos and drawings, and I remember us questioning the authenticity of some. We also went for a short walk on what must have been the forested Spitzberg (although it looked nothing like the real one), guided by some person we may have met at the library, before I put Esty on the next train to her destination.

[Galadriel55]

Originally Posted by Pitchwife

Last night I dreamed I met Esty on a train and persuaded her to join me for a little detour to Tübingen (the town where I lived until ten years ago). Once arrived there, we went to a library (not the one I used to work at) to look at a huge new illustrated biography of Tolkien containing many previously unpublished photos and drawings, and I remember us questioning the authenticity of some. We also went for a short walk on what must have been the forested Spitzberg (although it looked nothing like the real one), guided by some person we may have met at the library, before I put Esty on the next train to her destination.

That is actually not an unrealistic scenario.

[Pitchwife]

Not at all. All that was missing was a visit to fabric shop.