Canal Reves-Bizarres: Archaeology Today
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lady_kishiriaWARNING: This story contains reference to a stinky fart. If that offends you, proceed no farther. Otherwise, it's really funny:
Last night, as we were deeply asleep one of us, Steve or Mei-Mei or I, had gas. Deathly gas. Satan-coming-out-of-your-butt gas. I say that it might have been Mei-Mei because it just wasn't HUMAN, even though she's normally quite a sweet smelling cat. The smell reached us as both Steve and I were in deep REM.
In my dream, I was in Tibet or Nepal. I've noticed I go there a lot in my dreams; I really should make the trip IRL one of these years. Anyway, I was on an archaeological expedition, and my sherpas were all teenaged girls for some reason. We were trying to reach this one peak when one of the girls suggested riding ponies, because the ponies would instinctively find the path of least resistance.
Never trust a Shetland. As we were riding, one of them decided to pretend to be a mountain goat and go up a steep granite wall with a stream trickling down it. This was still serendipitous; we found an ancient map showing "a Bactrian trade route."
The girls and I noticed immediately that this map, which was on sheepskin, smelled absolutely rancid. "It was under a saddle," I said. "We could be smelling the ass of an ancient Bactrian merchant."
That's when the stench woke me up. I opened all the windows and Steve got a fan from the other room. I told him my dream, about how I was on an archaeological expedition.
"You're such a dork," he told me. He, in turn, had been dreaming about being in a library--on his phone.
Last night, as we were deeply asleep one of us, Steve or Mei-Mei or I, had gas. Deathly gas. Satan-coming-out-of-your-butt gas. I say that it might have been Mei-Mei because it just wasn't HUMAN, even though she's normally quite a sweet smelling cat. The smell reached us as both Steve and I were in deep REM.
In my dream, I was in Tibet or Nepal. I've noticed I go there a lot in my dreams; I really should make the trip IRL one of these years. Anyway, I was on an archaeological expedition, and my sherpas were all teenaged girls for some reason. We were trying to reach this one peak when one of the girls suggested riding ponies, because the ponies would instinctively find the path of least resistance.
Never trust a Shetland. As we were riding, one of them decided to pretend to be a mountain goat and go up a steep granite wall with a stream trickling down it. This was still serendipitous; we found an ancient map showing "a Bactrian trade route."
The girls and I noticed immediately that this map, which was on sheepskin, smelled absolutely rancid. "It was under a saddle," I said. "We could be smelling the ass of an ancient Bactrian merchant."
That's when the stench woke me up. I opened all the windows and Steve got a fan from the other room. I told him my dream, about how I was on an archaeological expedition.
"You're such a dork," he told me. He, in turn, had been dreaming about being in a library--on his phone.
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Date: 2006-11-17 05:09 am (UTC)Anyway, it was just a fart. When M or I are about to unearth one, we apologize in advance. And try to be downwind.
But I loved the Buffy the Vampire Slayer meets Indiana Jones characterizations.
Giggles,
and hugs,
just me.