Polo And Prison

[poliphilo]

 I dreamed I was learning to play polo. I was sitting on my nag- a broken down Rozinante- and one of my teachers punted the ball down to me and I pushed and steered it into the goal- by which time it had turned into a cat that was reluctant to be pushed and steered. Then I dreamed I was in prison. I and my fellow old lags were sitting on metal seats round the inside walls of a small room eating a meal. People were being polite and thoughtful and it wasn't at all unpleasant.

Polo and prison- two experiences I've never had in waking life. 

Comments

[poliphilo]

I do believe there was any causal connection between the polo and the imprisonment.