Hello everyone,
I had a strange dream last night.
I dreamt that I had written “Lord of the Rings”.
But then I woke up and realized that I was Tolkien in my sleep.
Pixyy
By the power vested in me, I dub thee J.R.R. Pixyy!
You bad punner, you! 
That was just 2/3 of a pun.
P.U.
Did the lights just flicker?
Hey Pixyy! Where’ve you been? whatsup?
Well, you think that’s odd…here’s the one I had. Actually, it was more like a nightmare, and it went something like this…
There once was an old friendly man, who felt that each should be happy according to their own designs, that there was room enough in the world for everyone’s whims and interests. He had lived all his life by that philosophy and was comfortable enough in his old age, living as he did in a little cottage by the edge of the woods.
Then more and more people started moving to the edge of the woods. Young people, carless and whimsical people: They worked the fields and tended the animals, yes, but they sometimes forgot. They lost and broke things on occasion.
When they had forgotten to bring in the grain before the rain, or had broken a deep crock from the larder, the new, young people came to the old man living in his cottage.
“You are off comfortably enough, old man, here in your cottage,” they would say, “and we have no grain for our bread, and we broke the deep crock from our larder. Share what you have with us!”
The old man, who liked to think that everybody should be happy according to their own designs, invited them in and offered them freely from his larder and his pantry. The young people thanked him, but they still sometimes forgot to bring the crop in before the weather, and they sometimes broke or lost what they needed. And so the young, carefree people came to the old man many times and took grain and crocks from the old man’s larder.
It wasn’t long before the autumn’s storms turned cold and brought snow. The long winter had arrived and supplies were short.
Then one wintery day, the old man woke to find that his pantry was empty, and there was no grain, no bread and no butter for him to eat in the larder. He had given it all away to the young people. So the old man put on his coat and went to the new houses of the young people, intending to ask them for grain for his bread and a deep crock from their larder.
When the old man came to young people’s house and asked them for what he needed, they laughed. Then they clapped him on the back, and made him come in and sit by the warm fire. They took his coat and they brought breads and butter, wine and ale, fruits and nuts in plenty. All the neighbors came to share in the plenty. Then they all whipped out their whistles and fiddles, concertinas and pipes, and citterns and harmonicas, and many more instruments. They got some fresh ale, locked the bodhran players in the basement, and had a great session that lasted until Spring when the snow melted. And their laughter could be heard far over the fields.
Ya, that’s how it went.
Jef
PS A big hello to Bloomfield.
On 2003-01-15 11:41, Jeferson wrote:
Well, you think that’s odd…here’s the one I had. Actually, it was more like a nightmare, and it went something like this…
…PS A big hello to Bloomfield.
Very cute, Jef. And I thought that fallen completely flat. There was a moral to it, you know. Probably not enough expletives…
A big hello back to Jef
What a crock.
On 2003-01-15 12:43, Bloomfield wrote:
Very cute, Jef. >
Bloomfeld, your words inspire me, dude.
I have to try harder to keep you out of my nightmares. 
Jef
did the folks REALLY lock the bodhran players in the basement? I mean, that would really be hilarious, considering it was merely a dream!!
a walkin’ talkin’
woken Tolkien
On 2003-01-15 16:41, amar wrote:
did the folks REALLY lock the bodhran players in the basement? I mean, that would really be hilarious, considering it was merely a dream!!
Well, Amar, if it was indeed a dream, it wasn’t his dream… :roll:
On 2003-01-15 17:49, Bloomfield wrote:
Well, Amar, if it was indeed a dream, it wasn’t > his > dream… :roll:
Yes, Amar, it was a nightmare.
Once again, we see that Bloomfield is the source of the problem, or in this case, my nightmares. Hey, he posted that long-winded puzzler (makes you wonder what line of work he’s in) in a thread about OT posts. Here comes an OT thread about dreams, and I couldn’t resist.
Hey, if I recounted one of my other dreams, I’d likely get arrested.
Jef
On 2003-01-15 10:08, Bloomfield wrote:
Hey Pixyy! Where’ve you been? whatsup?
:blink:
HERE!
All the time.
I got a mail from Jens saying that I was apparently missing. I did report to Tyghress straight away on the Kerry Low D thread - haven’t heard from her since…
… Where is Tyghress???
Perhaps I should come out of lurking-land a bit more often. Then again I also do stuff like work and play the flute…
and the large space in your post Larry, gave me plenty of time to think about it 
That’s it, I’ll take up the recorder again.
Thanks for sorting me out!
Pixyy
EDIT: Hey, don’t go removing your post in the meantime Madguy! It makes me look like an idiot 8->
[ This Message was edited by: pixyy on 2003-01-16 07:39 ]
The large space was due to my not being able to figure out how to get my “signature” come right after my post! I’m sooooo computer-challenged!!!
~Larry
On 2003-01-15 19:40, Jeferson wrote:
On 2003-01-15 17:49, Bloomfield wrote:
Well, Amar, if it was indeed a dream, it wasn’t > his > dream… :roll:Yes, Amar, it was a > nightmare> .
Once again, we see that > Bloomfield > is the source of the problem, or in this case, my nightmares. Hey, he posted that long-winded puzzler (makes you wonder what line of work he’s in) in a thread about OT posts. Here comes an OT thread about dreams, and I couldn’t resist.Hey, if I recounted one of my > other > dreams, I’d likely get arrested. >
Jef
haha…I guess that depends on which state you live in…
Tolkien in a slip? You mean he was a transvestite too?
On 2003-01-16 10:01, Roger O’Keeffe wrote:
Tolkien in a slip? You mean he was a transvestite too?
Yes, just like Dolly Parton.