Fevered Snow Dreams
It was a weird dream early this morning perhaps caused by setting the furnace higher than normal to keep me warm.
We went to the beach for vacation, Virginia Beach. Through the miracle of technology and High Speed Rail, the beach was connected to the Paris metro. We decided to visit Paris to while away the day.
While in Paris, Banksie was hugely popular. He was doing a stencil of multi-colored brick. No idea why it was cool, but we decided we could do the same. We made our own stencils to hit up the Paris metro.
I put my stencil on the wall. It doesn’t look right. Then I figured there were no holes to shoot spray paint through. It wasn’t a stencil, but a regular rendition of multi-colored bricks. That ain’t gonna work at all.
As I pondered all this, the boots of gendarme show up. Uh-oh, busted!
He makes his way over and starts accusing me of graffiti. I calmly explain to him that I haven’t done anything. That you caught me with picture of colored bricks tacked to the metro wall. That you caught me with a bag of spray paint. That I hadn’t done any painting just yet, so how could I have done any graffiti.
I look over to see if the Seed has taken any notice of this and skeedaddled as he had successfully made a multi-colored brick wall stencil. Nope. No such luck.
That’s when the gendarme starts taking me away to run down the Seed. As he tries, the gendarme gets hit by a car, rolls onto the street, and lies there.
We get out of there fast. CapSwell is in line buying return trip tickets. We get in line. The lady takes our fare, but takes a break. We’re waiting in line now for days for her to come back all the while hoping that the gendarmes do take us away. Tired of waiting we get out of line and try to purchase tickets at the lunch counter in the metro station. We succeed, but by then the line to the trains is several days long and it will take us more time just to get to the queue to get to a train.
Sigh. Paris in the summer.
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this would make a cool short. I gotta turn my furnace up. only problem is I always have trouble remembering my dreams the next day.
Stay warm!