I dream in french now...
I haven't contributed to the blog (if anything I've done could be considered contributing) in awhile. I finally have what I usually give to the blog: a very strange dream.
For some reason, it jumped in and out of french. I was initially staying with people I knew. A french family that was living in this quiet kind of place outside of some town. I was apparently traveling and just passing through. Their oldest daughter who was also visiting, was being set up by her parents to go out with a young man down the road from them.
One evening, they went out on a date while the rest of the family (with me dragged along) went into town to watch a sporting event. It was a mixture of basketball and badminton (sp?). This is where suddenly English was spoken again, because there was a man there who was yelling at the refs, teams, other spectators. He was yelling at the family's other daughter who was actually provoking him. I snapped and yelled at both of them to shut up. She did. He looked indignant, and told me to shut up. I roll my eyes and go back to watching the game. The guy had his little son there as well, who wandered around unattended. The kid basically followed the refs up and down the court. At some point, there was a foul, and a shuttlecock went out of bounds. The kid picks it up and starts taking it apart. The refs are not happy, the players are not happy, the crowd is not happy. And when asked where his parents were he pointed back to the loud annoying man, who was no longer loud. Still annoying though.
Walking back home (in french again) with the family we passed an old carnival and go in to look around. One of the workers gets to talking about a recent rash of dissapearances. Locals that have gone, no real pattern. Everyone is a little freaked out, but head home to see how the daughter's date went.
We arrive at the cottage, find the man wrapped in blanket in front of the fireplace, alone. The family is a bit curious about the whereabouts of their daughter. At which point he tells them deadpan that he killed her. Shock! Turns out he had been the only making people dissapear. Even confessions sound sexy in french.
Skip ahead to me being part of some large naval engagement circa WWII. Two groups of ships have battered themselves to the point where they only way to keep fighting is to send little boats filled with soldier/marines over to try to bodily take the enemy's ships. I've had the misfortune to be put on one of these little boats, but lucky enough to have a group smart enough not to try to bridge the distance between ships during daylight and get peppered with bullets... We get close, passing all manner of small ship, wounded men, and floating appendages. Just as the sun is starting to set, something launches from the side of one of the larger enemy ships, looks a bit like a speed boat, but it glides and skips on the water. It rams the broadside of one of our ships. There's a pause, and then a lot of bright light and debris being propelled in every direction. We eat quickly and gun our boat to a hulk bobbing just off the hull of one of the big ships. Abandon our boat and float in the water waiting for the right moment to strike. Of course that is when I'd wake up.
For some reason, it jumped in and out of french. I was initially staying with people I knew. A french family that was living in this quiet kind of place outside of some town. I was apparently traveling and just passing through. Their oldest daughter who was also visiting, was being set up by her parents to go out with a young man down the road from them.
One evening, they went out on a date while the rest of the family (with me dragged along) went into town to watch a sporting event. It was a mixture of basketball and badminton (sp?). This is where suddenly English was spoken again, because there was a man there who was yelling at the refs, teams, other spectators. He was yelling at the family's other daughter who was actually provoking him. I snapped and yelled at both of them to shut up. She did. He looked indignant, and told me to shut up. I roll my eyes and go back to watching the game. The guy had his little son there as well, who wandered around unattended. The kid basically followed the refs up and down the court. At some point, there was a foul, and a shuttlecock went out of bounds. The kid picks it up and starts taking it apart. The refs are not happy, the players are not happy, the crowd is not happy. And when asked where his parents were he pointed back to the loud annoying man, who was no longer loud. Still annoying though.
Walking back home (in french again) with the family we passed an old carnival and go in to look around. One of the workers gets to talking about a recent rash of dissapearances. Locals that have gone, no real pattern. Everyone is a little freaked out, but head home to see how the daughter's date went.
We arrive at the cottage, find the man wrapped in blanket in front of the fireplace, alone. The family is a bit curious about the whereabouts of their daughter. At which point he tells them deadpan that he killed her. Shock! Turns out he had been the only making people dissapear. Even confessions sound sexy in french.
Skip ahead to me being part of some large naval engagement circa WWII. Two groups of ships have battered themselves to the point where they only way to keep fighting is to send little boats filled with soldier/marines over to try to bodily take the enemy's ships. I've had the misfortune to be put on one of these little boats, but lucky enough to have a group smart enough not to try to bridge the distance between ships during daylight and get peppered with bullets... We get close, passing all manner of small ship, wounded men, and floating appendages. Just as the sun is starting to set, something launches from the side of one of the larger enemy ships, looks a bit like a speed boat, but it glides and skips on the water. It rams the broadside of one of our ships. There's a pause, and then a lot of bright light and debris being propelled in every direction. We eat quickly and gun our boat to a hulk bobbing just off the hull of one of the big ships. Abandon our boat and float in the water waiting for the right moment to strike. Of course that is when I'd wake up.
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