Friday, 8 August 2008

Too much Grocery Watch just before bed

I had an epic, episodic dream last night which ought to have been a nightmare strictly speaking but in practice was more like an overlong, clumsily constructed disaster movie. A boring dream, commencing with an unspecified yet boring critical emergency of some kind, signalled by the complete breakdown of society, no water, food, law-abiding or electricity etc. Me in my house feeling vulnerable to roving gangs of looters because of the picture windows facing the street, yet unable to work up enough care factor to do something about barricading them up. (This may relate to the fact that after a year and a half's residence the front windows are still painted shut and still not properly kitted out with functioning winders and so forth.) Later in the dream I stood in darkness on the front terrace and looked out of the familiar evening panorama of suburban streetlights, observing with extreme weariness two or three jets tumbling screaming from the sky and exploding into boring fireballs that belched cones of black smoke. Later still Dorian acquired from somewhere (ebay?) a cache of tinned carrots, and reclined like Olympia among them, anticlimactically forestalling the desperate measures starvation seemed certain to have brought us to. The remainder of the dream was taken up with a lengthy and inconclusive discussion about how many of what types of vegetables we should plant in spring and in which part of the yard, which is exactly what happens every day of my life in the non dreaming world.

9 comments:

lucy tartan said...

The last serious talk we had about vegies concluded with the resolution to make 14 sqm of vegie beds, arranged in a U shape in the front yard, occupied by sweet corn, lettuces, spinach, spring onions, peas, beans, cucumbers, pumpkins, radishes, capsicums, tomatoes, zucchinis and beetroot.

Mindy said...

Won't people pinch your vegies from the garden if it's in the front yard? Otherwise, good use of space.

R.H. said...

Will you be starting a family?

-Robert.
(Obstetrics. Monash.)

lucy tartan said...

Mindy I have convinced myself they won't, because they'd need to climb up onto the retaining wall in full view of the old lady who is always surveilling the street, but yes they probably would.

Helen said...

exploding into boring fireballs that belched cones of black smoke.

How can exploding fireballs be boring???

Just an aside: A biplane skywrote "SORRY" over our suburb today. Don't know why.

librarygirl said...

That vegie garden dream sequence sounds to me like too much pre-bed reading of the latest Diggers' catalogue, which is almost veg porn in the fantasies it brings on!

lucy tartan said...

Got it in one, library girl, got it in one!

How to choose among all the tomatoes?

lucy tartan said...

Helen, in dreams fireballs can be boring.

In the novel of The Graduate, Benjamin Braddock goes on a road trip before succumbing to Mrs. Robinson. His father extracts from him an account of it afterwards which involves Ben saying the whole thing was boring even the part where he worked as a firefighter. 'It was a boring fire' he says.

I've always loved that line and been glad it wasn't used in the film.

librarygirl said...

Thinking of going with Amish Paste and Siberian - happy to send you some seeds if you are planting others. Bit scared of the slicing tomatoes description - "huge meaty tomatoes that can cover a hamburger in a single slice". Wow.