Monthly Archives: March 2002

“Stage” combat

I dreamt about lots of swordfighting. I can't remember the full context of the swordfights, but they were quite intense, acrobatic and well-choreographed. I think it might have been related to a play or performance. A friend was showing me a big book of scenes from a play she was doing. One scene was an elaborate outdoor wedding reception, with crowds and crowds of people, filling up the large yard. Although, it was really only a dozen or so people, with some backdrops, and tricky angles, to make it look like there were crowds of people. But then I was swordfighting with people in try-outs for the play. Except this wasn't acting. I was really trying to hurt these people and kill them. As if this wasn't strange enough , there was a rule in the fighting that I could only kill my opponent, with their own weapon. In one fight I disarmed a man wielding a rapier, and a ran him through with his own sword. Another man was throwing knives at me, which I was dodging. My attempts at dispatching him were in vain, until I picked up one of his knives and threw it back at him. Bullseye.

Urinal puck hockey

At the summer camp I went to while growing up, each cabin used to have a certain chore they had to do each day. One of the chores on rotation was cleaning the bathroom/shower facility, which we called the “automat”. Chores (in this case, automat duty) came before the regularly scheduled cabin activities for the day. Well, one day when our cabin had automat duty, our counselors had the idea of combining our chores with our cabin activity. We played urinal puck hockey. We were split into teams of four, with the counselors as goal-keepers, and we were each armed with a broom, and shin-guards. One fresh, light-pink urinal puck was placed on the floor of the largest section of the automat, and the game began. To answer the most common question… No, the urinal puck does not stay in one piece for very long. It shatters quite easily, and flakes continually peel off. It usually lasted for a few goals, but a hard slap-shot or two and that would be the end of it. As young boys, at summer camp, we were still genuinely excited by the novelty of the concept. Until, of course, we realized that we had to re-clean the entire automat after our game.