Monday, December 26, 2011
Furry brown catapillars
Interesting dream last night, possibly brought on by having had a go at all ten years of the festive Jura (see http://www.isleofjura.com/home.aspx), or possibly by the discussion about whether the legend on the bottle was deliberately vague about exactly where and by whom the stuff was bottled. Was the label being economical with the truth? Was Jura a member of the Interbrew family as they say at Asda, rather than a cuddly independent?
Dream starts off with the family and lots of other people in a rather shabby country house, of the sort of size that might feature in a Poirot - his taste in country houses being rather grander than that of the Marple. Work rather than holiday atmosphere. Out on the moors up north somewhere, but domesticated rather than bleak or wuthering.
At this point a large furry brown catapillar arrives on the scene. Perhaps two feet long, with legs extended maybe a foot wide and six inches deep. Coloured rather as a tiger and with lots of bristles. The thing can fly and is very scary. Somehow we manage to catch and kill it and I am charged with incinerating the corpse in the very large, walk in fireplace, using the large supplies of kindling, broken furniture and other wood & timber which seems to be lying about. Lots of people standing around. Are there lots of other caterpillars flying around outside? Roosting in the eaves? Have some trouble getting the fire going but eventually I succeed, to the point where it is clear that it is going to take the rest of the house with it before too long.
Meanwhile long lines of humans, decent but a bit shabby start to appear, walking across the moors. Somehow we know that they are not right. I go to make enquiries and it turns out that these humans are actually colonists from outer space who can take on whatever form seems suitable to the intended colony. The caterpillar was their first go, quickly revealed as a mistake. The humans were their second attempt. And, yes, they could do horses should that have seemed appropriate.
Odd, in retrospect, that their English was so good while they were not able to work out without trying it that caterpillars was not the way forward.
They were not particularly threatening, except that there were an awful lot of them and they were clearly coming to stay.
Country house now very much on fire and we have to join the long lines of imitation humans heading south. I get separated from the rest of the family, managing to find BH (a relatively rare dream appearance) but not the spogs before I wake up.
Dream starts off with the family and lots of other people in a rather shabby country house, of the sort of size that might feature in a Poirot - his taste in country houses being rather grander than that of the Marple. Work rather than holiday atmosphere. Out on the moors up north somewhere, but domesticated rather than bleak or wuthering.
At this point a large furry brown catapillar arrives on the scene. Perhaps two feet long, with legs extended maybe a foot wide and six inches deep. Coloured rather as a tiger and with lots of bristles. The thing can fly and is very scary. Somehow we manage to catch and kill it and I am charged with incinerating the corpse in the very large, walk in fireplace, using the large supplies of kindling, broken furniture and other wood & timber which seems to be lying about. Lots of people standing around. Are there lots of other caterpillars flying around outside? Roosting in the eaves? Have some trouble getting the fire going but eventually I succeed, to the point where it is clear that it is going to take the rest of the house with it before too long.
Meanwhile long lines of humans, decent but a bit shabby start to appear, walking across the moors. Somehow we know that they are not right. I go to make enquiries and it turns out that these humans are actually colonists from outer space who can take on whatever form seems suitable to the intended colony. The caterpillar was their first go, quickly revealed as a mistake. The humans were their second attempt. And, yes, they could do horses should that have seemed appropriate.
Odd, in retrospect, that their English was so good while they were not able to work out without trying it that caterpillars was not the way forward.
They were not particularly threatening, except that there were an awful lot of them and they were clearly coming to stay.
Country house now very much on fire and we have to join the long lines of imitation humans heading south. I get separated from the rest of the family, managing to find BH (a relatively rare dream appearance) but not the spogs before I wake up.
# posted by Jim @ 12:08 AM 
