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Dinner with Charlie's Dream
Here's the dream Charlie told us about tonight over dinner as we ate our spaghetti:
Instead of hearts we all had glass buckets filled with blood nailed to our legs. These buckets were how blood got into our bodies (through a little hole he said). Furthermore, tragically, my bucket, his bucket, and Julia's bucket were falling off our legs so we had to run to the hospital. Now, I suspect that in his dream reality, it was only charlie's and Julia's buckets which were falling off. It seemed to me that he threw me a bone by including me in the "Oh yeah, and yours was falling off too."
So that's it. Here's a fun project, figure out alternate lyrics for Bob Dylan's "Buckets of Rain" using this dream as a jumping off point. "Buckets of Blood/Nailed to our legs/So many buckets/They're made of Glass/I wish we had/Our original hearts" and so on.
Instead of hearts we all had glass buckets filled with blood nailed to our legs. These buckets were how blood got into our bodies (through a little hole he said). Furthermore, tragically, my bucket, his bucket, and Julia's bucket were falling off our legs so we had to run to the hospital. Now, I suspect that in his dream reality, it was only charlie's and Julia's buckets which were falling off. It seemed to me that he threw me a bone by including me in the "Oh yeah, and yours was falling off too."
So that's it. Here's a fun project, figure out alternate lyrics for Bob Dylan's "Buckets of Rain" using this dream as a jumping off point. "Buckets of Blood/Nailed to our legs/So many buckets/They're made of Glass/I wish we had/Our original hearts" and so on.
