Dream

I had this really bizarre dream the other night.
And I can't very well open with that, and then leave you hanging, could I? So I'll tell you about it. Though, I must warn you, the graphic nature of this dream may not be suitable to young children.
Anyhow, the dream started out, well. It really ended up I guess, in the cathedral kind of place. It was a big, open room. Made out of stone. The walls and floors and stuff. And it was dark, you know. Lit by candles and torches and stuff. Some kind of Gothic sanctuary. Like Notre Dame. And there were all these people. Normal folks. Just standing around in here. And they were on two sides of the room, with an aisle in the middle. It was pretty wide. At one side, there was like, an altar or something. A large fireplace, perhaps. At the other a door. Near the altar, there were four people. Two women, and Two men. The women were just dressed in regular white dresses. The men were in some kind of military uniform, and had like, these turban things as headdresses. I think it was some kind of Russian royalty thing. Like Peter. If that's his name. But they had those hats. Anyway, from the door there comes this monk. An abbot or something. And he is carrying these rod things. Like spears. Tubular, but flat on one end, and in a point. Like a broad tipped spear. And to each of the "Royals" he handed a spear. And they took them, and gingerly each placed his or her spear carefully under his chin. Now, these things were pretty tall, and the royals had to stand on the tips of their toes for them to fit. By this point, in the dream, I had become pretty confused. I started walking around, and talking to all these faceless people, trying to find out what was going on. And then, quite suddenly, all four of the royals, while still holding the spears in the same position under their chins, jumped strait up in the air.
At this point, I really got freaked out. I could tell you what happened to the royals, but you could probably figure it out by yourselves. And the weird thing about it is, after they did that whole deal, and just kind of laid around and screamed a bit afterward (that was the worst part, and that is as far as I'll go into that) the people standing around me watching it all happen just started cheering. They were happy. As to why, I was at a loss.
Then I woke up. And that was that.

Horizons

Lately I've been thinking about broadening my horizons. I'd like to get out and do more things. For example, I've always kind of wanted to make, like, furniture. You know. Amish style. Rocking chairs and stuff. Curio cabinets, etc. I feel like wood working is just another form of art. And after building all kinds of stuff at Sam's house (mostly just medieval siege weapons-crossbows, trebuchets, catapults) during the past week or so, I've come to realize just how much I like working with my hands, building things and all that (playing music, shadow puppets, etc.). So, I think I am going to take up wood working as a hobby. Maybe I'll make a dining room set. Or some coffee tables. Hell, if I feel like it, maybe even some guitars and stuff. Luthiering is pretty much the same thing. Then I can do pianos and stuff. And if there aren't any jobs left when we're out of college, well, I can always make shit for people.