mon 31 dec 2007 09:16:14 witte de withstraat
amateur showgirls on hand-cranked elevator
ok here's a weird dream for ya. from this morning.
i was on an international train, waiting to depart, sitting in a compartment with several members of my family, including some who are no longer living. everything was pretty cheerful, we were going on a trip that was going to be fun.
i reached into my pants pocket to double-check if i had my little ticket. i felt something else in there, pulled it out, realized i had two tickets to the same place. i didn't know how this happened, but i was concerned that one ticket was going to go to waste.
i decided to go see a railway official about it. i knew i was running a risk of missing the train, which would depart in about ten minutes.
stepping out of the train, i found a railway official nearby on the platform -- a tall, confident manly man with a trim beard. for some reason i had heard that it was his birthday today, so i addressed him weirdly as "minheer de jarig". he told me to follow him, and we crossed a concourse and went into what seemed to be the staff lounge, a sort of "break room" with low budget tables and chairs.
as soon as he closed the door, he switched off the main lights in the room. other lights came on, shining at a big plate glass window across the room. quickly, a sort of hand-made elevator descended into view there, populated by six or seven dancing girls. they were pretending to be, like, go-go girls from the 1960s. clearly none of them were real dancers, they were just staff members putting on a show. and there was no music -- just the sound of pulleys squeaking and men offstage pulling ropes to power the elevator. i noticed a man in the corner eating a sandwich, not paying attention.
the dancers disappeared below floor level. then another hand-cranked elevator rose into view, this time populated by similar women sitting at a big long desk with typewriters and telephones.
at this point i checked my watch and asked the official what this all had to do with how i should dispose of my extra train ticket. thus the spell was broken and i woke up.
so what's the moral of that story? stop checking your watch, just enjoy the show? or ... all the world's a stage, and all the men and women in it merely secretaries.