Monday, February 01, 2010

 

When in the course of human events...

I had the BEST dream Saturday night...I had a dream that I was walking along some road, and decided to leap over a brick wall (it was a physical challenge). Beyond the wall was a narrow canal — maybe about 30 feet? — that I had to swim across. Once I reached the other side...I was in...

COLONIAL AMERICA!!!

One of my female friends (can't remember who it was) was with me, and we turned our heads and realized that we were near a mess tent for the hottest american revolutionary soldiers ever. We bounced over there and some nice young go-getter got us a stack of pancakes. We started shooting the breeze, and it was revealed that they take showers once a week, tops. We pulled out our "We're from 2010" card, and said that we take showers every. day. Despite our normal clothes, they didn't believe that we were from "the future."

At this point I woke up and needed a sip of water and a trip to the loo. While doing my thing I kept thinking about how I wanted to go back to the dream, and how that never happens when it's a cool one (as Dane Cook once so eloquently observed). Despite the odds, once I drifted off, I was once again in the world where time travel is possible. However, the responsibilities had set in...my parents were freaking out about me being around during the big war, and I reassured them by saying that I could head to Canada to wait it out. This is kind of embarrassing, because 1) I don't think Canada was all that safe of a hideout in the late 1700s, and 2) I'd hate to think that I'm the kind of American who would run to safety when my country is fighting for its rights!

I woke up for real not too long after the second segment of the dream. Lying in bed, I daydreamed about other colonial American possibilities. How could I exchange notes with my parents so that they'd know I was alive and well? I know! I could hide notes in the John Adams house! Or maybe I could befriend Sylvanius Thayer and hide stuff in his place...it's less popular of a spot and I think I could find the homestead rather easily from Abigail's home...just head three miles in one direction and voila. And if I happened to travel with good ole' John Adams to Philadelphia, I could hide notes in that historical building where they held the Continental Congress...

Ah, the possibilities...

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