A piece from Gary in Thailand

Here is Gary's homework piece sent from his castle in Thailand. It's a little different to his usual so we thought it worth putting on the blog.  

Homework 29^th May 2013

Some dreams are dangerous

The night had been warm and balmy; the smell of the jasmine flowers was wafting through the levers of the bamboo windows as the ‘Sage’ of the village bedded down for the night. He had been drinking fermented fruit juice and also eaten a few ‘magic’ mushrooms. Sleep started to engulf him as he seemed to be transported off to some strange far away place.

It was a though he was floating above a group of diligent people who were sitting around a large table – they all had pens and paper and discussing recent events in their lives.

One guy talked about swimming with dolphins, another about his amazing car. One lady wanted others to know that her Fifi was now centre stage now that the creepy Lucky Mole was gone.

The Sage floated around above their heads, unnoticed, but listening to what this interesting group of people, similar age to him, were excited about.

It seemed that news had come from a far away land from one of their friends relating how happy he was at this time but missing their friendship and intellectual stimulation.. The weather was good, the food great, the people wonderful BUT no friendship like the group to whom he had written.

Afternoon tea time, about 2:36pm, was a happy time as they drank tea/coffee, ate Tim Tams and other delicious things. One lady, who wears red Coke sun glasses, didn’t eat or drink anything and neither did the oldest member whom they called, Elizabeth. Two short ladies had been diligent in preparing everything and also seemed to be the ‘washer-uppers’ – a pleasant time being had by all. There were others there but they were ‘quiet but thoughtful ones.’ Stories, poems flowed from their pens onto the paper with such ease – an opportunity to ‘grow’ in their skills.

In an all to short time the gathering was over and the Sage started to wonder where he was and how to return to his ‘home’ – fear crept up on him as he quivered with the thought he couldn’t remember how he got to this place so how could he know how to get back. The night was closing in and loneliness infused him – tears dripped from his baggy eyes – this was a dangerous situation for him – a stranger in a strange land.

All of a sudden he felt the shaking on his shoulder and it was one of his gorgeous maidens trying to rally him from his sleep.

OMG – it was a dream, not reality, maybe those people don’t exist, maybe they don’t eat Tim Tams and write stories and poetry – he looked around his room, took comfort in the sounds of the night and the crashing of the waves on the reef. The smell of jasmine filled his senses and he vowed never to eat those ‘magic mushrooms’ again.