January 12 - Two Act Dream

Act I

There is a reason I have never watched “Snakes on a plane” before. It just doesn’t sound right to call it entertainment when you are menaced by snakes and you can’t get away from them. Let me tell you it is even worse in real (dream-land) life. We were on our way to a motorcycle competition, presumably to Hawaii where Elaine’s good friend Nancy lives. However, when we got there, there was a blinding blizzard and we were met by a woman name “June” – so who knows where we ended up. Anyway, while on the plane I got bit by a giant snake – huge fangs – on the inner top of my thigh. It was not poisonous nor did it hurt, it was just annoying. We must have been traveling in December (blinding storm?) because it was my birthday and when we arrived at June’s house my present - a sawhorse – was left out in the blizzard. The poor thing was cold and covered in snow so I tired to pull it under the eves of the house for some protection.

The next day I was off to the motorcycle rally and competition. It was not at a large event center but rather at the cultural hall in the church. It was pretty crowded with all the participants and the spectators were circled around the edges sitting on folding chairs – sort of like the old youth dances. It wasn’t very exciting because the goal was to ride around the “course” with washcloths and towels stacked on each cycle’s gas tank until all had fallen off. The one with at least one remaining was the winner.

I wasn’t able to stay for the whole exciting competition because my snake bite had started to fester. You could see it start to “bubble up” through the two holes in my Levis left by the fangs. I went out to the car which looked a lot like my old 1984 Lincoln and started for June’s house. It wasn’t running very good and kept stalling. In order to get it re-started, I had to plug a toaster in to the cigarette lighter and push the handle down each time.

I finally got to June’s house and decided to take a shower. Of course there were no towels because they were all at the motorcycle event.

Act II

We decided to host a technician’s rally with the local car repair shop and recruit young mechanics to see who could fix the Lincoln the fastest and the best. We went over to the Village Inn and told businesses to come by and give us stuff as prizes for the winning fix to the car problem. We got some gift cards, jewelry, calendars, posters, pots and pans, and a menu. I am not sure if we were ever able to pull it off because it was also to be at the church and you know how scheduling conflicts go.

Pops