[Bordermarch] dream therapy for HE Santiago

[Lathrop, Dave]

Since an explanation to the pickle jar conundrum miraculously appeared to me in a dream last night, I probably won't be needing any dream regression therapy, and I no longer have to fret about trying to explain why Bordermarch's jewel, the ever-so-lovely Lady Lily the poetess has been fraternizing with someone who doesn't rhyme!

When I went nite-nite last night I quickly entered my post-REM state and found myself standing in a field of beautiful torch-lite yellow snap hooties, the state flower of Delaware. As I was surveying the seemingly endless sea of hooties, I saw what looked like a small red jar perched on the only newel post in the field.
Although the jar was quite some distance from my point of perspective, I could tell it was a very beautiful jar; and with that simple thought the jar was in my hand.
It was a strawberry jelly jar! That's why it looked red from the distance.
I also noticed that I was wearing the white surgical latex rubber gloves that HE Elisabeth gifted to me three Christmases ago; probably just a bleed-over from a confidential conversation I had with Lord Phocas concerning his ongoing phobia of greasy tiki-torch wicks.

I noticed the jar had one of those handles on it allowing it to be recycled into a drinking receptacle when the jelly was gone; I thought that was pretty cool.

I started to open the jar and taste the jelly, but the sweet sound of a middle-aged yodeling pickle suddenly filled my entire dreamscape much more than any bright color could. The music stirred my soul with visions of a yodeling Slim Whitman dancing barefoot on his tip-toes while balancing a beaver chapeau on his knee; I then remembered the pickle dream.

I began to realize that the closed jelly jar was the Rosetta Stone that would unlock my subconscious intellect, thereby allowing me to solve the pickle jar puzzle. I was also hoping beyond hope that the closed jelly jar would help me figure out why in the world Lord Chrestien Brule wears that black Naugahyde hat with those fluffy faded blue plumages stuck in the hat band.

While staring down at the jelly jar in my hand and waiting for what seemed an eternity for my intellect to kick in, HE Elisabeth suddenly appeared carrying a totally period RonCo Whopper-Chopper.
She uttered not a word, but simply held out the Whopper-Chopper for my examination.

I noticed that the Chopper's plastic container, which is usually filled with diced 1015 onions, was now overflowing with chopped pickles.

Eureka!
The moment I saw the chopped pickles I immediately knew why HE Elisabeth could not get the lid off the pickle jar.

God Bless Ron and his Whopper company RonCo.

HE Santiago
 



-----Original Message-----
From: bordermarch-bounces+david.lathrop=valero.com at lists.ansteorra.org [mailto:bordermarch-bounces+david.lathrop=valero.com at lists.ansteorra.org] On Behalf Of Thelismar at bordermarch.org
Sent: Wednesday, November 03, 2010 8:58 PM
To: bordermarch at lists.ansteorra.org
Subject: [Bordermarch] dream therapy for HE Santiago

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MvmHbj_vnxs

this is a link to a dream regression therapy technique video to help you
through your nocturnal hallucinations... Yours in service, Beau & Karen

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