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so i woke up this morning, got out of bed, turned the fan on, got back into bed and went back to sleep. in my dream, i was at the curling club, practicing on sheet A. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
datlowen was there, and darthrami, and ... some other people. i don't remember who. there were five of us on one team, i remember that, which was weird. anyway i was having a hard time making take-outs, total shocker, and then someone else threw my second rock, so i threw his first one -- but then there were these kids, five or six of them, and they were running around on the ice and leaving scuff-marks from their shoes, which in one case had these black rubber soles and were leaving streaks of rubber behind as though the ice were linoleum. we told them to get (the hell) off the ice, and tried to sweep up the scuff marks, but obviously they didn't come up very easily. the one kid with the guilty shoes refused to believe he'd done it, and kept running out on the ice and making it worse. we yelled at him. then the same bunch of kids was over on sheet A, playing like beach volleyball or something with three of them on each side of the center line, and they had squirt guns made from mustard bottles and had caused there to be a large pool of water in the middle of the sheet. i was practically in tears, because how were we going to fix that -- even though i knew, by this point, in the back of my head, that we'd had the meltdown bonspiel already so there was nothing that would really be affected by the fact that the ice was ruined.
anyone have any thoughts?
datlowen was there, and darthrami, and ... some other people. i don't remember who. there were five of us on one team, i remember that, which was weird. anyway i was having a hard time making take-outs, total shocker, and then someone else threw my second rock, so i threw his first one -- but then there were these kids, five or six of them, and they were running around on the ice and leaving scuff-marks from their shoes, which in one case had these black rubber soles and were leaving streaks of rubber behind as though the ice were linoleum. we told them to get (the hell) off the ice, and tried to sweep up the scuff marks, but obviously they didn't come up very easily. the one kid with the guilty shoes refused to believe he'd done it, and kept running out on the ice and making it worse. we yelled at him. then the same bunch of kids was over on sheet A, playing like beach volleyball or something with three of them on each side of the center line, and they had squirt guns made from mustard bottles and had caused there to be a large pool of water in the middle of the sheet. i was practically in tears, because how were we going to fix that -- even though i knew, by this point, in the back of my head, that we'd had the meltdown bonspiel already so there was nothing that would really be affected by the fact that the ice was ruined.anyone have any thoughts?
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You are suffering from curling withdrawal... either that or your mother was cruel to you as a child (the ice is your self-esteem and the children are your mother, the mustard bottles and scuff marks are the verbal barbs, and the pool is your tears).
</best imitation of German psychoanalyst>