A Burning Grand Piano
Sep. 26th, 2022 08:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphilo Yesterday's dream was about coming to terms with the approach of old age. I haven't a clue about the one I had last night- but perhaps I'll be able to make some sense of it once I've written it down.
Rwanda, the dream- unrolling like a video- informed me, is the last independent kingdom in Africa or possibly India (the dream was unclear on this point.) It is lush and green and the people are cattle farmers. A couple of Eton-educated mercenaries have plans to invade and take down the government. One of them is called Stuart and the other is called something like Liddel or Meynell. We glimpse them lounging about in bush hats, safari jackets and ammo belts. Luckily a gang of kids- rather along the lines of Enid Blyton's Famous Five- are all set to thwart them. A couple of the boys ride a helicopter down to the harbour, drop a burning grand piano on the deck of a ship, then attempt to commandeer it by persuading the captain that they're secret agents...
Well, there it is.
Hmm...
Rwanda, the dream- unrolling like a video- informed me, is the last independent kingdom in Africa or possibly India (the dream was unclear on this point.) It is lush and green and the people are cattle farmers. A couple of Eton-educated mercenaries have plans to invade and take down the government. One of them is called Stuart and the other is called something like Liddel or Meynell. We glimpse them lounging about in bush hats, safari jackets and ammo belts. Luckily a gang of kids- rather along the lines of Enid Blyton's Famous Five- are all set to thwart them. A couple of the boys ride a helicopter down to the harbour, drop a burning grand piano on the deck of a ship, then attempt to commandeer it by persuading the captain that they're secret agents...
Well, there it is.
Hmm...
