DREAM
25
Dec 2014
I had a dream a few nights ago where I was invited to a
concert in Toronto by a band that had something to do with my Regiment - the
RCD. I think it was Metallica...
I and my best friend Ben got invited and we could take a guest each. Of course Ben took Colleen, and I invited Dean Jones along.
We got a drive to Ottawa and then flew to Toronto. As soon as we landed we began our ongoing romance with the booze.
We get to the ACC in a fine state and watch the end of the warm up bands from our reserved front row seats. We had our own waitress and we gave her a run for her money!
Then the main act came on (Metallica?) and promptly invited me and Ben upstage to chairs beside the band. Our task was to join in on the background vocals for a few songs. At this moment everything got a little clouded and gray as I was not only drunk on the stage, but also dream drunk!
Flash to the next day and we are at an airstrip somewhere on the outskirts of Toronto. Under a little tent is the ticket chick. Ben has been handling all the paperwork, and presents himself to the ticket chick. She reports the he and Colleen are booked on the flight to Ottawa. Me and Dean look at each other and share a WTF look. I ask what about us? She replies that our names are not on the paperwork for a return flight. Our eyes go to Ben, and for once he was silent. The chick says we can go on stand by and see if someone cancels. So me and Dean sit down in the blaring sun while Ben and Colleen check into the air-conditioned building and enjoy ice cold beverages.
I and Dean sit down on a grassy knoll where a kid was selling warm water in a 500ml plastic bottle for $12 a shot. I have my luggage = an army kitbag and my golf clubs. Along about then I begin to wonder why I have my golf clubs. I could come up with no plausible answer... although there is a golf driving range next to the airstrip.
While we are waiting I took a walk around the place. In one corner there was a tall cement wall that had a walkway on top of it and I climbed up onto it. As I moseyed along it a glint caught my eye. There on the walkway were some coins! Mostly nickels and dimes, I soon found loonies and toonies, and then some foreign coins!
I get back to Dean in time to line up for stand by. The dude asked me why we didn't check our golf clubs in. We reply we never got the chance to. He replies that they are not going on as carry on as realistically they are bags of weapons. Although he adds that as long as a few clubs could fit in the overhead compartment and locked they could be allowed. I pull out my putter and sand wedge and abortion wedge (64 degree) as I reckon they could fit. Unfortunately all of Dean's clubs were too long. We hand over his clubs and the rest of my clubs to the authorities. And then wait to see if we could get on the flight.
About 30 minutes later we are informed that the plane is full and we should return the next day to go on standby again. We take this info well and say another night in a hotel wouldn't hurt, and the Blue Jays were playing that night! So we ask for our golf clubs back and get informed that they were already destroyed...
To me it was no problem as I only had cheap clubs and was considering purchasing new ones anyway. Dean didn't take it that well. He glared at the young man and a slight tic ballooned in his left eye. I tell him that we should get a hotel and relax a few hours before the ball game, which he agreed to.
So the little airstrip didn't have any taxis and we were motioned to the driving range to get a cab. We had to walk up to the driving range in the actual driving bit and had to dodge many golf balls. We finally got to about halfway. Dean threw down his kitbag, took an army groundsheet from it and draped it over a tree. He said it needed drying. Then he says he needs to go to the bathroom and walks off in the distance, not bothering to look into the driving range's shop.
So there I am, wandering around with my kitbag and 3 golf clubs. I could not go to look for him because I had to watch his kit. I could not stow his kit and bring it in case he comes back and sees his kit missing. Now would be a good time to mention that I somehow acquired a wheel chair and lost the ability to move my legs!
So I'm waiting and watching the golf balls, a number of which land nearby. I notice that there are many odd shapes to the balls. Some look like badminton shuttlecocks and some are just strange!
I decided to go the rest of the way to the shop and get a taxi to a hotel. I would leave the name of the hotel and Dean’s kitbag at the shop for him. The groundsheet would be written off for educational reasons...
I dodge many more golf ball on the way. Surprisingly I can manoeuvre the wheel chair fairly well on the grass. I wheel into the shop and decide to hang out there for an hour or so and See if Dean shows up. I grab a cool and refreshing beverage and wheel around looking for a spot at a table. The only spot available was with 3 hot women at it. I asked, they agreed. They were a delightful and flirtatious trio. I was having a whale of a time! Dean eventually showed up and although bitter about his missing groundsheet, soon got into the spirit of things! Unfortunately they eventually had to go, but we threw them a bone and asked if they would go with us to the Jays game. They readily agreed and we set up an RV. I was very pleased with this turn of events, and since Dean is a happily married man, I thought I could get lucky with at least one!!
So as we drank up our beers, I began to look back on the last 2 days. I came to a few conclusions. I asked Dean what he thought about this mysterious band inviting me and Ben down for a free concert and all. He replied he had no idea who this band was 3 days ago. Then I thought about finding all those coins. I then asked Dean why no one questioned that Ben was alive after we were all at his funeral. He couldn't give me an answer...
And just like that I knew it was a dream! Ben comes back from his grave and finding coins are frequent topics of my dreams, and to a certain degree being famous and on stage is also. I didn't even bring up the 3 chicks; I didn't have to at this point.
And thus I awoke to the subtle bellowing of Ben's snoring - and 2 feline anuses (anii?) 3 inches from my nose. Ha! The 4 way came true!
I and my best friend Ben got invited and we could take a guest each. Of course Ben took Colleen, and I invited Dean Jones along.
We got a drive to Ottawa and then flew to Toronto. As soon as we landed we began our ongoing romance with the booze.
We get to the ACC in a fine state and watch the end of the warm up bands from our reserved front row seats. We had our own waitress and we gave her a run for her money!
Then the main act came on (Metallica?) and promptly invited me and Ben upstage to chairs beside the band. Our task was to join in on the background vocals for a few songs. At this moment everything got a little clouded and gray as I was not only drunk on the stage, but also dream drunk!
Flash to the next day and we are at an airstrip somewhere on the outskirts of Toronto. Under a little tent is the ticket chick. Ben has been handling all the paperwork, and presents himself to the ticket chick. She reports the he and Colleen are booked on the flight to Ottawa. Me and Dean look at each other and share a WTF look. I ask what about us? She replies that our names are not on the paperwork for a return flight. Our eyes go to Ben, and for once he was silent. The chick says we can go on stand by and see if someone cancels. So me and Dean sit down in the blaring sun while Ben and Colleen check into the air-conditioned building and enjoy ice cold beverages.
I and Dean sit down on a grassy knoll where a kid was selling warm water in a 500ml plastic bottle for $12 a shot. I have my luggage = an army kitbag and my golf clubs. Along about then I begin to wonder why I have my golf clubs. I could come up with no plausible answer... although there is a golf driving range next to the airstrip.
While we are waiting I took a walk around the place. In one corner there was a tall cement wall that had a walkway on top of it and I climbed up onto it. As I moseyed along it a glint caught my eye. There on the walkway were some coins! Mostly nickels and dimes, I soon found loonies and toonies, and then some foreign coins!
I get back to Dean in time to line up for stand by. The dude asked me why we didn't check our golf clubs in. We reply we never got the chance to. He replies that they are not going on as carry on as realistically they are bags of weapons. Although he adds that as long as a few clubs could fit in the overhead compartment and locked they could be allowed. I pull out my putter and sand wedge and abortion wedge (64 degree) as I reckon they could fit. Unfortunately all of Dean's clubs were too long. We hand over his clubs and the rest of my clubs to the authorities. And then wait to see if we could get on the flight.
About 30 minutes later we are informed that the plane is full and we should return the next day to go on standby again. We take this info well and say another night in a hotel wouldn't hurt, and the Blue Jays were playing that night! So we ask for our golf clubs back and get informed that they were already destroyed...
To me it was no problem as I only had cheap clubs and was considering purchasing new ones anyway. Dean didn't take it that well. He glared at the young man and a slight tic ballooned in his left eye. I tell him that we should get a hotel and relax a few hours before the ball game, which he agreed to.
So the little airstrip didn't have any taxis and we were motioned to the driving range to get a cab. We had to walk up to the driving range in the actual driving bit and had to dodge many golf balls. We finally got to about halfway. Dean threw down his kitbag, took an army groundsheet from it and draped it over a tree. He said it needed drying. Then he says he needs to go to the bathroom and walks off in the distance, not bothering to look into the driving range's shop.
So there I am, wandering around with my kitbag and 3 golf clubs. I could not go to look for him because I had to watch his kit. I could not stow his kit and bring it in case he comes back and sees his kit missing. Now would be a good time to mention that I somehow acquired a wheel chair and lost the ability to move my legs!
So I'm waiting and watching the golf balls, a number of which land nearby. I notice that there are many odd shapes to the balls. Some look like badminton shuttlecocks and some are just strange!
I decided to go the rest of the way to the shop and get a taxi to a hotel. I would leave the name of the hotel and Dean’s kitbag at the shop for him. The groundsheet would be written off for educational reasons...
I dodge many more golf ball on the way. Surprisingly I can manoeuvre the wheel chair fairly well on the grass. I wheel into the shop and decide to hang out there for an hour or so and See if Dean shows up. I grab a cool and refreshing beverage and wheel around looking for a spot at a table. The only spot available was with 3 hot women at it. I asked, they agreed. They were a delightful and flirtatious trio. I was having a whale of a time! Dean eventually showed up and although bitter about his missing groundsheet, soon got into the spirit of things! Unfortunately they eventually had to go, but we threw them a bone and asked if they would go with us to the Jays game. They readily agreed and we set up an RV. I was very pleased with this turn of events, and since Dean is a happily married man, I thought I could get lucky with at least one!!
So as we drank up our beers, I began to look back on the last 2 days. I came to a few conclusions. I asked Dean what he thought about this mysterious band inviting me and Ben down for a free concert and all. He replied he had no idea who this band was 3 days ago. Then I thought about finding all those coins. I then asked Dean why no one questioned that Ben was alive after we were all at his funeral. He couldn't give me an answer...
And just like that I knew it was a dream! Ben comes back from his grave and finding coins are frequent topics of my dreams, and to a certain degree being famous and on stage is also. I didn't even bring up the 3 chicks; I didn't have to at this point.
And thus I awoke to the subtle bellowing of Ben's snoring - and 2 feline anuses (anii?) 3 inches from my nose. Ha! The 4 way came true!
If you made it all the way through to here, I would like
to thank you! I have about 1 dream a night where I can remember most details.
Last night's also featured Ben, this time back in Afghanistan - but that is
another story for another night...
