Bitte, nicht so schnell!
Feb. 23rd, 2008 09:22 amThat was a very bizarre dream.
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painted_wolf and I were walking around Nashua in search of this museum/armaments store so she could do some research for school. It was supposedly modeled after some historic WWII-era German site. We got to the intersection of Main and Kinsley Street where Memorial Hospital... sorry SNHRMC... is and we crossed the road to get to this place. Approaching the crossing I had really bad gas and we were sort of hopping along, so every hop was accompanied by a poot and an awful stench that did not go unnoticed by everyone around us. Ewwww. We were supposed to be practicing our German, a language which neither of us really speaks in real life except little pieces. As we were crossing the road, PW was going slow. Mockingly I kept saying "Bitte, nicht so schnell," which is German for "Please, not so fast." Thank you Fucking, Austria and Fortean Times for teaching me that phrase. :P
We finally arrive at this museum/armaments retailer (a place I'm sure
coil_kitten would have loved to visit) and the main entrance is a back alley door that leads directly into a freight elevator. PW and I were both confused as to where to go and then this young college student walks in and she directs us to where we need to go: The Chinese Era, 3rd Floor. Yeah. The elevator had five sets of four buttons. Apparently the floors were divided into four-floor sections of different eras and the main floor wasn't the first floor. No, the main floor was somewhere in the middle of the building, which must be a record height for Nashua because I don't think even the hotels are 20-story buildings!
We get to the third floor of The Chinese Era and as we're stepping off there are cobwebs and post-and-beam construction. Once inside we realize that not only is this place a museum and armaments retailer, but also an indoor golf course (not mini-golf but actual golf). The owner is having a heated argument with a customer about hanging around too long without buying anything. I remember he said at one point "I've showed you all of my armaments! What else more do you want to see?!"
In my dream, I really had to use the bathroom. I search aound and find it eventually. Apparently the bathroom wasn't much more than a water closet and doubled as storage for one wooden folding bench. Some really nice gentleman there shopping was kind enough to help me move the bench out. I drew the curtain (there was no door, just a shower curtain, how humiliating) and started to use the facilities. When I went for the toilet paper, the auto flush went off and flushed the toilet so forcefully it sprayed me and I stood up in surprise. At that point, I was sprayed on the backside with baby powder. Talk about full service auto flush! I was rightfully annoyed and was getting myself together to leave when...
*end dream sequence*
... I woke up. I have no idea what sparked that dream, but I'll blame the heavy, greasy food we had for dinner late last night.
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We finally arrive at this museum/armaments retailer (a place I'm sure
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We get to the third floor of The Chinese Era and as we're stepping off there are cobwebs and post-and-beam construction. Once inside we realize that not only is this place a museum and armaments retailer, but also an indoor golf course (not mini-golf but actual golf). The owner is having a heated argument with a customer about hanging around too long without buying anything. I remember he said at one point "I've showed you all of my armaments! What else more do you want to see?!"
In my dream, I really had to use the bathroom. I search aound and find it eventually. Apparently the bathroom wasn't much more than a water closet and doubled as storage for one wooden folding bench. Some really nice gentleman there shopping was kind enough to help me move the bench out. I drew the curtain (there was no door, just a shower curtain, how humiliating) and started to use the facilities. When I went for the toilet paper, the auto flush went off and flushed the toilet so forcefully it sprayed me and I stood up in surprise. At that point, I was sprayed on the backside with baby powder. Talk about full service auto flush! I was rightfully annoyed and was getting myself together to leave when...
*end dream sequence*
... I woke up. I have no idea what sparked that dream, but I'll blame the heavy, greasy food we had for dinner late last night.