I had to get to today’s short film seminar, which started at 2:45 (it actually starts at 1) but there was a really interesting history program on (can’t remember what about). A bunch of people, including my dad and I, were watching it and it didn’t finish until about half three. I thought I should still go to the seminar even though I’d only catch a few minutes (for some reason it finished at four and was only 1hr15 long), but most people present said I shouldn’t go. However, since it was the first seminar of the year, we set out. We were in a sort of Indian reservation theme park place and apparently to get to their towns (where the seminar was?) they always had to jump through these big horse jumps. These were big wooden affairs illustrated thus:
The guide said that there were three of these jumps at every entrance to every native American town, to stop evildoers from getting in. He then explained the technique for jumping through them, which involved launching yourself diagonally from a short run-up and rotating yourself on your Y axis as you went through one of the openings. “When you hit the sand on the other side”, the guide said, “you’ll actually be going at almost mach 10”. A throng of tourists pushed past me as I hesitated, unwilling to make the jump. They all went through, though I don’t remember seeing anyone actually jump. I recall babbling on about how I had neithe rhte commitment nor the physical prowess to pull it off, but eventually the pressure from my Dad and everyone else was so great that I went for it. For some reason I had been given a large sort of crash-mat-rubber-ring to wear around my waist and I got stuck in the hole. The guide, now a woman, helped me down and I was very sarcastic about the benefits of the safety device. She said that the tour was ruined and took us to an underground place where she lifted the shutters on a well-stocked sweetshop in the wall of a very long corridor. She mentioned something about the other two jumps being subtler holes with progressively more attractive women behind them. She went away to check something and I made a joke to Dad about how I could handle jumping through the hole into the sweet shop. “If my life were a sitcom, that would be the end of an episode”, I remarked. Something else did happen but I woke up pretty soon afterwards.
This has been the latest dream installment..