Granfather clocks, strange dreams, blame it on sea food.
Hot damn, I just had the darnest strangest dream in a long while. There’s something about sea food that prompts me to have strange dreams, and since last night I had some shrimp in my dinner… well, let’s just say I was kind of expecting I’d have strange dreams over the night. And boy, I did have a strange dream. It wasn’t an entirely original dream, I must admit: it was partly about my fascination with grandfather clocks, and partly about an old tv show I watched when I was a kid, that was also centered on a magical grandfather clock.
The show was called “Secret Garden” or something to that effect, and it was about a grandfather clock that somehow acted as a portal to … well, a magical garden. So, in my dream events unfolded pretty much like in the show. In the middle of the night, the magic clock usually rang 13 strokes, and that was about the time one where people could use it as a portal to visit that secret garden. And so I did. And well, to be honest I don’t quite recall what happened when I stepped into the garden, but all the while I thought it was pretty cool that I would dream with such an ancient TV show. Well, I blame it on the sea food!