I had some very vivid dreams as a kid. I'll likely post a bunch of them. One I remember form roughly aged four (based on the house we were living in at the time), started with Casper and I in a ferris wheel. Wendy the witch was in the next car, and I threw a feather to her. She caught it, and put it in an ornate wooden box that she happened to be carrying.
Then, with no transition, we were in a castle. Wendy pushed Casper into an iron maiden and slammed it shut. Casper's blood pooled on the floor in front of if. I didn't find it troubling at all.
I must have seen an iron maiden somewhere, but I sure don't remember where. We had a small black-and-white TV, but we likely only got one station, and at any rate, we were only allowed to watch TV now and then. And only things you'd expect - like Casper the Friendly Ghost and Friends.
Poem For August 5th - Haiku for A Marriage Falling Apart.
They are our friends, and
we're trying not to pick sides
It's just so damned sad.
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Wow. To know what an iron maiden was at age four!
ReplyDeleteI don't know what an iron maiden is today! (But I'm going to find out.)
DeleteInteresting Casper dream. And I like the haiku. It's tough keeping both your friends friends.
ReplyDeleteThrowing a feather (with any sort of accuracy) is hard.
ReplyDeleteFor some, maybe.
DeleteWow, a Casper dream. (Are we thinking of the same ghostly Casper, or someone else?)
ReplyDeleteYes to the haiku.