Was sitting here and just remembered the very odd dream I was having this morning before I woke up.
It was about Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser, two of Fritz Leiber's fantasy characters from a series of books back in the 40s, 50s and 60s.
They had gotten quite old and had retired from adventuring. The Mouser was in his mid-eighties, still spry but having mental problems. A few years younger than his old partner, Fafhrd was very worried about him. Fafhrd was still mentally sharp but had grown fragile. After breaking his hip when an elevator had stopped suddenly, Fafhrd was getting around in a wheelchair which meant that he couldn't visit the Mouser in his home which was a third floor walk-up in the East Village. So he called me to go check on Mouse.
"Just be sure the little guy is okay," he begged me. He was being pushed around his Park Avenue apartment by a black, amazonian beauty half his age.
I took a bus over and met the Mouser's current thirty-something girlfriend in a Starbucks in SoHo. Leisha told me that Mouse was fine, just a little confused sometimes. The part that made her worry was that when he got anxious he would disappear into the building's conduits and inner spaces, sometimes not coming out for days. "Sheelba is the only one who can talk him out before he's ready," Leisha confessed.
Sheelba I remembered was Mouse's patron and a class-A manipulator. Whitney Houston was singing "How Will I Know If I Really Love You" on the Starbucks music system and that seemed somehow significant.
Mouse himself showed up about then claiming to have found the Ebony Jewels of Nevernight - a bag of espresso beans. The alarm went off and I woke up wondering what a cup of coffee brewed from the Ebony Jewels of Nevernight would taste like.
Hugs,
Erin
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Ebony jewels of nevernight
Hey Erin,
The caffiene level is probably so high you'd be jittery and wide awake for three to four days.
with love,
HER
Once in a while I bare my soul, more often my soles bear me.
What were you drinking
before you went to bed and where can I get some? Not Starbucks--please.
Angharad
Angharad
I agree!
I could use some of that... I was on the worlds most BOOORING of tours last night. Oy... Not a single thing of interest, and we walked EVERYWHERE... And it was hot. Woke up, more exhausted than when I went to bed. ;-)
Yours was far more interesting. To bad you couldn't get them reminiscing. You mighta found out some stories that hadn't been written. :-)
Annette
Erin, you DO know...
..that i am really Ningaubl of the seven eyes? This hairy gimger person is but a fleshly habiliment...oops, where did I put four and seven?
This is another strange dream you've gotten us into!
Was it caffiene, soda, or some mixture of items that sent you into wonderland?
May Your Light Forever Shine
bedtime snacks
Those chocolate chip cookies will get you every time.
Can I have a cup.
Your dream should be written into a story it sounds fun and a imaginatively assembled tail. Good grief you have a great imagination, I haven't thought of those characters since Elrick and my D&D days.
thanks for the fun.
Michele
With those with open eyes the world reads like a book
Dreams
I get vivid semilucid dream when I've taken Tylenol PM to sleep. Last Sunday I dreamed that because my mother's father was born in Aberdeen, I'd been chosen to play on the Scotland national women's football (soccer) team, despite being American, middle-aged, not legally female, and less athletic than a blancmange. It was some sort of scheme where they'd gotten a whole team of MtF's on the mistaken belief that we'd be ringers, and I took the job because they paid for all the medical procedures. I was attending my aunt's funeral (who is still alive in reality) and my cousin hid my car on me so I had to call my boyfriend Nigel in London who was some sort of team legal representative, and he arranged to have a car come drive me from the middle of Connecticut to JFK. And then I woke up.
Sounds like a fun...
Sounds like a fun dream.
My dreams range from strange, to disturbing to quite gruesome...
The last dream I can remember I was driving a bus full of bloody corpses while being chased by a flying saucer... I think my subconscious must be completely mental!
Have a delightfully devious day,