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December 10, 2005
In The Land of Dreamy Dreams
Last night, last night, I remember it! Were you in it?? Were you naked? Was I? No!!! But there were rats, life size, human scale, friendly, happy rats! Giant rats on freakbikes, in the frozen arctic landscape! Their collective ratty breath in crystalline clouds in the night air.. oh! But I get ahead of myself, because the rats came in later!
First I looked for a bus that never came, shared a cab with a friendly, scraggly-haired stranger named Paul, and we (mostly I) carried on about Hugo Chavez, the cost of heating one's home, the reasons education should be free, and why I wasn't on a bicycle. "I'm looking for a horse barn," I said. And a Redmoon! Where is this horse barn!? And then we saw it and I hopped out into the frozen tundra again, with all good wishes to Paul, and pulling my scarf over my face, searched for freakbike tracks in the snow.
Was there a Payphone in the house? The man sitting under the crescent moon was not sure there would be, until Saturday, 9:00 show. I milled about. Wait! There is no 9:00 show Saturday! I will wait! Just then my 7th grade teacher walked into the room, wearing hospital slippers.
An angelic young woman in a nightgown spoke in a reassuring voice. "You can still go in til 9:00" she soothed.
Twinkly music came from beyond the wall.
Enter 5 pink-faced rats!
Introductions are made, we put on hospital slippers, (dear readers, don't be ever daunted by hospital slippers!)
And the rest,~ Oh not to give away too much, for you must drag your collective behinds and shell out (a mere 10 bucks, hey if I could do it) to see for yourselves, but just to tease~
imagine an adult size playroom, based on stories of creation, and where your job is to explore, to play, to dream. Its up to you and you must- because really you can't help yourself- fly, (although it took me a minute to catch onto that one!) peer into tiny doors at magical pictures, sit inside a cloud to hear the story of the great flood, as you steer the wheel of the imaginary ark, and turn the knob to generate the rainbow. Climbing the blue stairway you are inside the cloud that rained the primordial soup, surrounded by chirping birds, fluttering butterflies, the dome of sky both night and day, and flowers!And Moss! And oh, the flowers! The flowers smiling at you with cherub faces!
The ratty friends and I lay on a big, fluffy white bed with a canopy-funnel to the pretend-sky, and rolled about the room. We jumped on the bed in our nightclothes, laughing for joy and naughtiness, just like 5 year-olds, and fell into the pillows, breathless. The boys spun crazily from the rope swing and stumbled away, dizzy!
You see, I've given away too much already!
Oh, do go there!
And thanks, ratty friends, for a lovely and dreamy time!
Not to leave anyone out, the rats took me to the bus and then I found the warm and sleepy Travesty, (Travesty who was unmoved by a Pippy's mewlings for coffee, but did provide a nice natty sweater to warm one's nose against. Travesty of the smoky whiskers.) at the messengers union benefit, which was wrapping up. But I was in time to meet her! The puppet girl, oh yes, the pigtailed, platformed Leslie, whose adorable face I had never seen! Oh, dear readers, if you are lucky, and you are out prowling a corporate bookstore on Michigan Ave, next to the park where they park the horse carriages, any day now you can see her and her rolling puppet theater too! And if you see handpuppets beneath a diminutive disco-ball, a bunny and a kitty, ask them who's inside! Or at least give them a dollar, and maybe a kiss, because they are awesome!
Posted by pippypippy at December 10, 2005 07:41 AM
Comments
Um, are you drugged? ;-)
Sounds like a really cool experience. I wish we had not-lame things like that where I live!
Posted by: David at December 10, 2005 09:18 AM
Wait, was this an actual dream?
Your life is so cool it is hard to tell dream from reality.
Posted by: rob helpychalk at December 12, 2005 08:46 AM
It's the best retelling of a dream I've ever read! I usually have v. amazing dreams but I think writing about them is a good idea.
Posted by: Elizabeth at December 14, 2005 07:56 AM