Maybe It Was The Turkey

Who knows where crazy dreams like this come from? Maybe it was the turkey yesterday. I swear I didn't overeat (not like my sweetie whose first words this morning were "I'm so full" ;)). I went to sleep reading The Israel Lobby, not a great book but nothing to cause nightmares as I'll probably post about in a few days. But here goes.

I was living in a kind of Museum Store focused on green issues. It was a huge thing, two stories high encased in glass and designed to the hilt. The place was beautiful with ash flooring, birch display cabinets and brilliant white paint. People would flock into the place during the day to buy overpriced ecological stuff in gorgeous packaging.

Why was I living there? I don't know. Bees were living inside the store as well, very fuzzy and plump buzzing around and occasionally stinging me. And there were two populations of gorillas living in the store as well, one downstairs and one upstairs. They didn't particularly like each other, but didn't fight.

I was living with the upstairs gorillas. I liked the view from up there, both the way the store looked and the view outside. The store was located in something that was like Golden Gate Park. It was owned by the municipality. I loved looking outside at the trees and grass.

The upstairs gorillas would talk to me, mostly qvetching about how bad and dirty the downstairs gorillas were. Personally, I couldn't see much difference between the two groups - the downstairs gorillas were a little smaller - but I thought, "What do I know? I'm not a gorilla. They probably all look alike to me. Maybe they're right."

The gorillas and I were getting along fine. Not so, me and the bees. They were vexing me. Their buzzing was driving me crazy and the occasional stings weren't any fun either. One day I decided to open up the glass door when a bunch were near the entrance. Most of the hive flew out. I was ecstatic. Less buzzing! Less stinging!

I called up the government office in charge of the store on my cell phone and told them what I did. They guy on the line was very upset with me. "How could you do this?" He asked. "We need to preserve the species!"

I told him that there were still bees inside and that these were just ordinary bees. There were plenty like this in the wild.

"But when the ones in the wild all die, what will we have left?" He continued to chew me out. I thought he was absolutely nuts. I was walking around outside the store listening on the cell, but basically ignoring his rant with a big smile on my face. It was a beautiful day. People were walking about. There were flowers everywhere. And I was looking forward to an evening in the store, just me, the qvetching gorillas, and a handful of bees.