Waking Finnegan

“We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our whole life is rounded with a sleep” ~ Shakespeare

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Monday, July 04, 2005

Cro Magnon Dream


Bagging a load of peculiarly lightweight set of cudgels around some wooded golf course. I'm hunting for a ball that I don't remember hitting. A big 12th hole sign is posted along the offramp which is snaking its way through the otherwise pristine course. Parked along the offramp is an assembly of smoke-burping golf jitneys, and I'm wondering: "Why the running motors with no passengers or drivers?" Later I'm still searching for the same lost ball in a tiny meadow of scattered wooden nursery trays used for growing putting green patches. I forget about the ball so as to eyeball several hunched and ancient stacks of time-pocked golf balls---golfer dolmens! It's now clear to me that it wasn't the Scots who'd invented the game at all, but instead was a tribe of pre-druidian stone masters! While visualizing the enormity of my discovery, I get tangled with my bag while reaching around for a dolmen poker. The bag bottom rents loose, spilling total contents and so "Shit whuttle I do now?" I visualize a golf bag of ancient Cro-Magnon innovative genius---now excitedly foraging around for lengthy sticks of varying suppleness for my paleolithic golf tote. Some young boys approach with curiosity. I give them an impromptu song-and-dance about the need to hone survival skills for when the robots take over the planet yadda yadda, and they eagerly scatter to collect willowy branches. I decide to lie down on one of the nursery pallets. The leader of these boys is shouting orders. "Weave this!" "Cinch that!"...and the happy bee workers soon parading around with my willow sachel! I feel a righteous Lord of the Flies rush and wonder if this is the same pride-of-purpose emotion that those early fairway kings felt? Maybe not. Later, but without the sachel (those little fuckers absconded with it!) I'm struggle-trudging up a steep grassy knoll with cleats weighted down by boggy clumps. I'm trying to remove this tacky unk---it's oozing through my soles and glued to a brand new pair of cotton argyles---and now I'm cursing those dolmen kings because I'm certain it's the eons of their high-piled shit that's come to get me.

I find my way out of the woods and come to a clubhouse and enter (hoping for a cool drink). It's hush empty except for a dim wall projection of a trio of 60's Flamingo dancers with TV smiles sporting neck-to-crotch boas. I go to the soda machine to get myself a fizzy drink, but while fishing for change I realize that my pockets are bottomless. Ducking my head under the nearby bar spigot, I open my mouth while squeezing the tap button...gurgle...and then a sudden rush of sprudelwasser is slapping my gums and teeth oh hell yeah!

31 Comments:

Blogger Zataod said...

Very cool imagery. My July 4th dreams flew right out of my consciousness upon waking this morning, so it's great to read such a detailed recollection from the dream world. It's interesting to read the different style of dreams that people have. I've noticed that a lot of dreams from 20'ish people seem to be very influenced by TV and video. Your dream seems to fall into a much more classical style of dreaming, which I prefer.

4:43 PM  
Blogger floots said...

hunting for a ball I don't remember hitting - this sums up so much. Mind you, time-pocked golf balls took me back to my last medical! Thanks for making me think and laugh. Cheers

5:11 PM  
Blogger Perfect Virgo said...

I got stuck behind a "smoke-burping golf jitney" on the way to work this morning. I swear it!

Great how dream logic tells you there must be a nursery somewhere for cultivating green patches. Only in dreams. For inspiration had you perchance spoiled a good walk in the past day or three?

8:03 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

zataod, As I hardly ever watch TV any more, I've got to have a source for psychological oddness when I dream. My mind seems to be composting lots of past events as a result. If that's considered classical or not I'm not certain. In any case it's an adventure. However, there weren't any 4th of July fireworks.

floots, Hee hee, your medical revealed time pocked balls eh? Better get out the nut putty.

perfect virgo, Was that smoke -burping jitney by chance in the fast lane? Was it being piloted by someone that looks a bit like Floots? Just wondering.

As to my "good walk spoiled", I'd have to say I haven't had that privilege for donkeys. My tendencies would lean towards reading Mark Twain however.

9:08 PM  
Blogger Zataod said...

I find that a lot of the TV inspired dreams read like bad TV sitcoms or B movies. Given that TV seems to stunt the imagination, it seems that dreams themselves would be stunted as well.

I appreciate the sense of history your dream contains.

9:14 PM  
Anonymous SheKinky said...

There are a lot of very intelligent men here! I'm so glad I found his site!

I loved reading all these responses. Zataod sounds like quite the interesting guy. His relationship to television and video really made me think.

This is one place I'll be visiting regularly... and oh, I'll have a blog to post my stuff soon enough. Thanks for making my day gentlemen!

9:23 PM  
Blogger MARYBETH said...

what kind of golf course doesn't have a well stocked bar with ice cold brew on tap?

10:35 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

zataod, well, judging by shekinky's response (and moniker), we're in for some fun and games.

shekinky, as to you shekinky (oh this is a GREAT name for an all girl group don't you know) you're going to be a more than welcome addition to this playground.

marybeth, that's the same question my dream mind asked (surreptitiously of course). Thanks for stopping by!

11:07 PM  
Blogger transience said...

bottomless pockets where you dig out words to describe your dreams? i think so. i will dream you a nice dream tonight then. but i tend to forget things like those.

11:19 AM  
Blogger Zataod said...

I'm looking forward to seeing shekinky's forthcoming blog.

8:25 PM  
Blogger Perfect Virgo said...

Come to think of it I get stuck behind one most days. Easily remedied by a rearview glance, smart downshift and dab of the right toe. Irritation displayed by a selection of digital salutes and silently mouthed obscenities - it's good to drive!

10:20 PM  
Anonymous SheKinky said...

Oh I am sure you are Zatoad! It'll happen soon enough.

i have a question for you Zatoad.. are you a Professor at a University? Do you have a Phd? Browsing through the comments I find yours to be extremely intelligent and insightful.

10:40 PM  
Anonymous shekinky said...

and thank you Finnegan! I feel humbled by the fact I have been acknowledged by the 'one and only Finnegan'

Should I try to start a band? I am a terrible singer..

10:44 PM  
Blogger Christopher said...

Hey, man. I couldn't get your site for some reason. I could only see the header. Grr! Machines!
Slendid work, as usual. I wish I could come up with such imagery. I would turn to my dreams but my last one involved me humping Kelly Osbourne. Make of that what you will.

Sorry again for the absense.

11:45 PM  
Blogger Zataod said...

Shekinky, nope not a professor. I have a little schooling that occurred after getting my bachelor's degree, but nothing close to getting an advanced degree.

I just enjoy reading and learning about things that interest me.

1:18 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

transience, it's so odd that i'm lately rummaging around for things in places where there's little left. hope that's not symbolic of my life.

zataod, looks like you've gotten your wish with startling results. P.V. is sitting on her face.
(and that doesn't stand for pervert; he's a swell guy and a married man) (;-/)

Virgo>, Thanks for coming in on cue and right on your mark.

shekinky, welcome, heh heh. I guess this could be a side game---me playing commentator for my commenters.

And yes, a group would be the thing to do. In the beginning, in a galaxy far far away was a group called "The Kinks"...and ya'll don't forget them "Shekinks".

christopher,

Dad:

Lad. What a surprise. Good to see you.

Alex:
Keepin fit?

Dad:
Oh, yeah.

Alex:
How are you then? How are you?

Dad:
Oh, Fine, fine. Keeping out of trouble, you know.

Alex:
Well, I'm back.

Dad:
Yes, good to see you lad.

8:02 AM  
Blogger Alison said...

Hey thanks for checking out my blog, your writing's great :)

7:52 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

alison, muchas gracias señora!

9:48 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Those putting green nurseries are a fact on many golf courses. I can see that you've actually played the game. I can also see that you can really write!

10:00 PM  
Blogger RuKsaK said...

Your writing is very pleasant to read out loud. The phonological dance required to spit out phrases like 'lightweight set of cudgels' and 'suppleness for my paleolithic golf tote' make me feel like my tongue is being massaged and trained in a lovely tumble dryer. I want to whisper these phrases into my wife's and daughter's ears and see them giggle as their shoulders scrunch upwards.

Really.

1:30 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

a non mouse, sorry 'bout the name joke, b ut thanks por las complementas. Oh yes I did use to play mucho golf, pero las resultas....∑€®†Ω°¡ø𧑑´¿≠}{|][Ç#“±¥≈©√∫~µ«…–CaRuMbA!

RuKsAk, Funny you should mention reading my dreams out loud, since I do talk in my sleep somewhat. The missus, however, doesn't scrunch up her shoulders or anything sexy like that. (She takes her sleep veryseriously) No, when woken, she usually moans a pleading: "Oh will you knockiddoff!! You wanna divorce?!!" Ok ok, i exaggerate the wife's sleep-deprived reactions a tad. Not really. She actually tries to suffocate me with the smiley cat pillow!!! Juuust joking---bar har har.

Love your fluff n' fold tongue-flipping description of my phrases. It made me horny.

6:08 AM  
Blogger transience said...

testosterone's up.

7:05 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

trans, so's my cat. gotta feed her bye now.

7:08 AM  
Blogger gulnaz said...

that was a nice dream to get back to and the comic cover is really cute. :)
missed reading your dreams and you really do have a bottomless imagination.

10:30 AM  
Blogger Srikar said...

First time here. Nice blog. You seem to be someone who's interested in photography. Check out my photoblog - snapshots2097.blogspot.com

Will surely be back here.

4:33 PM  
Blogger Rannva said...

I just randomly checked my own archive and found your comment sometime in 12/04! Glad I found your site!

8:35 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

gulnaz, ah, she's back! and where, might i ask, did you hide yourself?

the comix cover felt apropos because of the shoes, boy-and-satchel, and the cudgel-wielding kong ape and "shiva?" image in the background. No sign of
any golf balls though.

srikar, thanks for the "BLURP". that's my name for comments from now on. If anyone sees another use of this term thus, please notify the originator, who will procecute with extreme prejudice.

rannva, sorry i couldn't access your site from the hyperlink. is it down?

9:08 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

srikar, you know i'm only kidding. i'm as gentle as tiny tim and his ukelele (may he rest in peace). http://ukediner.ukulele.org/tinyvideo.html

9:22 AM  
Blogger gulnaz said...

it feels nice to be missed
*chuckles*

12:46 PM  
Blogger . : A : . said...

"Ducking my head under the nearby bar spigot, I open my mouth while squeezing the tap button...gurgle...and then a sudden rush of sprudelwasser is slapping my gums and teeth oh hell yeah!"

That would have been a wonderful feeling to end the dream with ...

;-)

4:19 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

.:a:., Yes indeed. It would be even odder if I'd been woken by that situation!

10:35 PM  

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