One thing that really amazes and amuses me is the fact that the human brain has a built in entertainment centre, and more often than not it is triggered when one is *in between states*, i.e. in the act of dozing, day dreaming or when one is having fever.
While I loathe getting ill, the eternal optimist in me sometimes go:
"Oh goody, I wonder what fever dreams my addled brain will give me when I nap this time?"
Last week after a high bout of 37.7 deg C (that's about 99.9 F for non metric friends) I had my first of many Sinusitis induced fever dream.
1) Gollum Dreams
Imagine Gollum/Smeagol, dressed in a Greecian Chiton, in the battlefield of Troy. You can hear the clashes and screams of the warriors in the background; horses pulling chariots, and just loud thunderous sounds of battle, of life and of death. Then it fades slowly as Gollum climbs an overturned chariot, the wheel still spinning brokenly in it's axle.
Everyone stops (including me). Turns to Gollum and listened, as the former hobbit started declaiming Homer's Illiad to the listening crowds.
Now, if you've read Tolkien's and Homer's works, imagine the opening verses being recited in that scratchy, almost maniacal, sneeeeeeky Gollum-like voice and cadence:
"Sing, goddess, the anger of Peleus’ son Achilleus
and its devastation, which put pains thousandfold upon the Achaians,
hurled in their multitudes to the house of Hades strong souls
of heroes, but gave their bodies to be the delicate feasting
of dogs, of all birds, and the will of Zeus was accomplished
since that time when first there stood in division of conflict
Atreus’ son the lord of men and brilliant Achilleus. . . ."
And don't forget to intersperse the stanzas with generous smatterings of "Gollum, Gollum" and the odd "My preciiiouuussses" so it sounded more like:
"Sing, goddess, the anger of Peleus’ son Achilleus *Gollum*Gollum*
and its devastation, *My PRECIIIOUSSSS* which put pains thousandfold upon the Achaians,
hurled in their multitudes to the house of Hades *sneeky* strong souls
of heroes, but gave their bodies to be the delicate feasting *yesssssss gollum*
of dogses, of all birdses, and the will of Zeus was accomplished
since that time when first there stood in division of conflict *my preciouss*
Atreus’ son the lord of men *The SNEEEK! YES, the SNEEEEEEK* and brilliant Achilleus. . . ."
and carry on applying the Gollumisation onto the rest of the Epic verses. It was very amusing. I bet psychoanalysts everywhere would have a field day trying to decode that LOL.
I will try to sketch what it looked like in my fever dream today. But I thought I'd share my LSD-like (I've never tried LSD, I'm just assuming it would be as weird as fever dreams) experience
While I loathe getting ill, the eternal optimist in me sometimes go:
"Oh goody, I wonder what fever dreams my addled brain will give me when I nap this time?"
Last week after a high bout of 37.7 deg C (that's about 99.9 F for non metric friends) I had my first of many Sinusitis induced fever dream.
1) Gollum Dreams
Imagine Gollum/Smeagol, dressed in a Greecian Chiton, in the battlefield of Troy. You can hear the clashes and screams of the warriors in the background; horses pulling chariots, and just loud thunderous sounds of battle, of life and of death. Then it fades slowly as Gollum climbs an overturned chariot, the wheel still spinning brokenly in it's axle.
Everyone stops (including me). Turns to Gollum and listened, as the former hobbit started declaiming Homer's Illiad to the listening crowds.
Now, if you've read Tolkien's and Homer's works, imagine the opening verses being recited in that scratchy, almost maniacal, sneeeeeeky Gollum-like voice and cadence:
"Sing, goddess, the anger of Peleus’ son Achilleus
and its devastation, which put pains thousandfold upon the Achaians,
hurled in their multitudes to the house of Hades strong souls
of heroes, but gave their bodies to be the delicate feasting
of dogs, of all birds, and the will of Zeus was accomplished
since that time when first there stood in division of conflict
Atreus’ son the lord of men and brilliant Achilleus. . . ."
And don't forget to intersperse the stanzas with generous smatterings of "Gollum, Gollum" and the odd "My preciiiouuussses" so it sounded more like:
"Sing, goddess, the anger of Peleus’ son Achilleus *Gollum*Gollum*
and its devastation, *My PRECIIIOUSSSS* which put pains thousandfold upon the Achaians,
hurled in their multitudes to the house of Hades *sneeky* strong souls
of heroes, but gave their bodies to be the delicate feasting *yesssssss gollum*
of dogses, of all birdses, and the will of Zeus was accomplished
since that time when first there stood in division of conflict *my preciouss*
Atreus’ son the lord of men *The SNEEEK! YES, the SNEEEEEEK* and brilliant Achilleus. . . ."
and carry on applying the Gollumisation onto the rest of the Epic verses. It was very amusing. I bet psychoanalysts everywhere would have a field day trying to decode that LOL.
I will try to sketch what it looked like in my fever dream today. But I thought I'd share my LSD-like (I've never tried LSD, I'm just assuming it would be as weird as fever dreams) experience
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