Friday, September 9, 2016

Fee, Fi . . . The Giant Dream

Last night, I dreamt.

At the start of my dream, I had crawled out of a cave below the edge of a cliff where I had hid, and now after a series of misadventures I stood on the top of the cliff.

I was standing at the edge of a gigantic corridor, much larger than for a human being. The walls, ceiling, and floor were of stone. At the end, to the left, was the opening to a huge lair. I sent a panel of stone, as tall as the corridor, sliding along the left wall to seal off the lair.

A fellow to my right grabbed and shook me with joy at what I was accomplishing. I had to caution him, because the panel was sliding so slowly.

Pale extremities of a huge nature began to emerge from the lair. Their odd shape gave evidence that the being who was emerging, whom I had tried to seal off, was not entirely human in form.

A gigantic cry sounded: “Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum.”

I turned and ran. Suddenly on all fours and in pain, I heard the rest. “I smell the blood of an Englishman.”

I had been half-awake, now I fully woke. I had rolled out of my bed and landed on a couple stacks of books.


Gustav Dore
public domain

This was not the first time a dream ended that way. See my Norweson/Nightmare entry.

4 comments:

Crystal Collier said...

Hah! That's a fitting way to land after a dream like that.

Mark Murata said...

Yes, I had to make sure my books were okay.

Sara Loudon said...

So, you must be Jack the Giant Killer!
Looking forward to more heroics from you in the future.
Sara

Mark Murata said...

Oh, it was definitely me in the dream. I didn't look like myself, though. Hard to say how I could tell.

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