Saturday, 14 December 2013
I had a terrible time last night. I don’t know why, but it all began with Aborigines. I had been reading “The Golden Bough” by James George Frazer; all about how acts have consequences and how the Aborigine’s customs are just as absurd as ours. Standing on a hill with a lighted candle to be sure the sun rose next day!
All of a sudden, there was someone creeping up on me in a pair of socks. He had a sack on his back and admitted he had come to rob me. He came in by the bathroom window.
I remember being scared; I asked him what he had stolen: Silver, my mobile and the computer – all in the sack.
I said to him – you can keep the silver; I don’t need the phone much either, but please can I have my computer back, all my family photos are stored there?
He seemed to grow taller, bit like the genie in the lamp.
He said “OK”, opened the sack and gave me my computer back.
When I plugged it in, the hard disc and all my memories were wiped clean. It was quite a pleasant dream really.