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 L 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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