I had a crazy dream last night. I’m sure you’d love to hear all about it.
So my oldest sister put together a circus — sort of a family reunion celebration, except that the family had to work in the circus instead of enjoy it. I had the worst job. I was in charge of all the sound for the circus. From opening to closing, I controlled the sounds, the music, all of the audio. I even did the animal sounds, although there were real animals who could’ve made the sounds. This is a lot of work, so Big Sis ordered a contraption built to help me manage it all. It was made from plywood, various bungee cords, and an old stationary bicycle. I had to pedal the bike to power the machine. All afternoon/evening. Everyone else got breaks in between their acts. I was really put out, as you can imagine.
Anyway…there were other parts to this dream that are not so clear, but still interesting– including the fact that nobody remembered to pack any extra socks to wear (except me). One of the most bizarre side plots was the orchestra. (My contraption only signaled them when to play. It didn’t produce actual music.) The musicians were all Charlton Heston clones. It gets better. They were various ages because each year, they’d make a new clone for each instrument in the orchestra. Each generation of clones had a day job — such as policeman, accountant, whatever — though why they couldn’t make money as the Charlton Heston Clone Orchestra baffled me.