Thursday, September 18, 2008No, dear readers, farkleberries has not ceased to exist - it has merely gone into a state of somewhat suspended animation. We hope to resume regular posting shortly.
In the meanwhile, I ask you for your interpretation of this dream:
I am standing in a stairwell with bright yellow walls behind a very short, hunched-over elderly person of indeterminate gender who speaks in an East European accent; I can't recall everything said, except for the fact this person mentions they are a Holocaust survivor. I never see this person's face. He/she is wearing a bright green crocheted wool beret that looks like a tree canopy, and a matching crocheted jacket with a tree trunk design, complete with white flowering buds and crocheted ants crawling up the brown wool trunk of the tree. I follow this person outside, into a slushy snow-covered supermarket parking lot (which looks suspiciously like da Jewels on Chicago Avenue in Evanston).Perhaps I should mention we've been watching Twin Peaks DVD's rather obsessively the past few weeks. The dream almost sounds like one of Agent Dale Cooper's apparitions..."brought to you by the letter....S!"
Suddenly, the tree-suited senior citizen is gone, and I see six foxes, evenly spaced several paces apart, skating (or cross-country skiing) in a straight line towards the north end of the supermarket lot. As they slide through the slushy snow, each fox turns sideways and glances at me.