Dream 261
It was the time of the town celebration. The whole park had been set up as a fair. The weather was sunny and warm.
Some are retained. Some are lost. Some we try to remember. Some we long to forget.
It was the time of the town celebration. The whole park had been set up as a fair. The weather was sunny and warm.
Two large red gelatin candies were arguing that they should be given a bus route to the storage depot. When asked if they knew the route, they replied, somewhat peevishly, that they drove this route seventeen times every day, of course they knew the route.
It was the time of the town celebration. The whole park had been set up as a fair, and people were milling around enjoying the sunshine. There were some rides and exhibits. It was a charming time.
They only sour note was when two men got into an argument. The argument started quietly but quickly escalated. People gathered and watched.
One man drew a revolver and shot the other in the neck, but instead of falling to the ground, the man's body was caught by dozens of balloon strings, which slowly lifted him into the forest canopy a hundred feet in the air. There, he was tangled in the branches and was slowly swallowed up into the leaves.
His body was never found.
I was walking across the campus as the evening fell, and as I passed some tall trees, I heard a very strange cry. I looked up and saw some strange looking owls. They were beautiful, with a large red crest.
Some people in the head office in Nashville had come down to our work area to demonstrate some new technology. When they had left, I noticed they had forgotten several pieces of this equipment. I knew it was too late to catch them, but I offered that, if someone could drive me to the subway station, I could deliver it back to them in Nashville.
People were willing to take me, but cautioned that the trip would take "at least six hours." So they suggested I take overnight supplies and come back the next morning. The company would pay for a hotel stay.
They also suggested that Melanie Elliot accompany me, as she had business in Nashville. And we set off.
The trip was uneventful, though it only seemed to take a little more than an hour. Once we got to Nashville, we separated and went on our errands. I was looking for the executive who had demonstrated the equipment to us.
I met a woman who I only knew from phone conversations. She turned out to be a giant, ambulatory head, and she appeared to be in ill health.
I finally found the exec, and returned his equipment. He told me that most of it was now outdated. He showed me a connective unit that would be very important down the road. "What does it connect to?" I asked. He said he would love to show me, but the unit had a virus in it which could be dangerous. He started to hook it up to an old machine, but the PC apparently lacked the proper ports.
News began filtering in that the president's car had crashed. Reports were conflicting as to the cause and to the number and extent of casualties. I heard one report saying everyone in the car was fine, but I saw a picture on TV that showed bodies strewn around the seats.
People were keeping up with the news by buying copies of People magazine, which was printing updated dispatches whenever there was new information. The elevator operators were handing out issues to anyone who asked.
I was doing research on how various animal bodies reduced to ash when exposed to heat sources. This was done on dead specimens, so no animals were killed. I had a collection of ashes in a kind of satchel that was loaded with small pockets, and I had everything sorted properly, but I wondered how I was going to deliver it.