Gary Larson Dream
I had another Kafkaesque Gary Larson vision of Hell last night…surely a reaction to the various news.
I was “with’ a group of music students visiting a different university. My job once we got there…repair 2–3 instruments FAST (they had to perform at 5 PM, and it was mid-afternoon already).
Somebody took me to some large room in the basement of a HUGE many story building. I started on the first thing, amazingly, a highly and mysteriously modified trombone with a broken widget and deteriorated rubber vacuum hose (like on a car). Of course, I had neither tools nor parts.
So I set out to scout out stuff to “fix” the thing.
Most of the dream was a lot of frantic running around asking and not getting. A student (?) agreed to take me to where “things” are…but I couldn’t keep up, because the halls were jam-packed with people running around doing god knows what.
At some point, some janitorial type, very pissed off, came up and dumped a bunch of random car and electronic parts in my hands. I resolved to get back to the basement and at least try a repair.
I wound up stuck several floors up, at a row of terribly busy elevators. I couldn’t get any of them (all huge and stuffed with students) to let me get in. In frustration, I yelled, “Doesn’t this damned place at least have a STAIRWELL?”
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At this point, a thoroughly made-up bleached blond North Dallas matron came up and asked, “What’s the matter, darlin’?”
I explained, and she said roughly the following.
“Wale, thur’s 2–3 thangs…First, you got the wrong ring on yer finger.”
I looked and could only see my usual ring.
I: “So? What difference does my wedding ring make?”
She: “Well, this is SMU…if ya had a SMU rang on, they’d’a helped ya just fine. Sometimes…”
I: “Sorry…and what’s the other thing?”
She: “Wale, darlin’, I reckon you musta just got here…you’ll get used to it I guess…But ya see…that’s how thangs work here ALWAYS…” And she looked pityingly at me….
And I woke up, thank God.
