Dream Log: Of Beekeeping

[mishalak]

I dreamed I was opening a beehive. There were not enough bees, but the brood frames were full when I examined them and seemed healthy, that was good for so early in the spring as in my dream. The bees were well behaved and I was only stung once despite working without a suit or hood. I closed up the hive in good order and then somehow I was in a railway dinning car in the middle of the night. I took out a golden bottle of liquor at the bar and another that was a blue bottle and was some kind of expensive French distillation. The golden bottle was mead port I had made from my own honey from my hive the previous year. I tossed a glass, in a manner not unlike being in a commercial, to a woman at the other end of the car and said, "Let's see how last year was." Then I awoke to my alarm and a need to use the WC, and that is why I remember this dream.

Comments

[mjlayman.livejournal.com]

There's a nice article on beekeeping in today's WashPost. (http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/02/01/AR2006020100635.html)

[don-fitch.livejournal.com]

But of course you dreamed of bees when you needed to use the WC -- you know that their Latin/Zoological name is _Apis_.

[mishalak.livejournal.com]

Oh that's terrible. I am going to think of that every single time I say apiary now.

[don-fitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh that's terrible."

Thank you. I try not to perpetuate non-terrible puns.

Not that I can claim credit for this particular berlitzkrieg (bi-lingual pun). I was two weeks into a trip to the U.K. before realizing the significance of the bee painted in the underglaze as a Target Spot of occasional urinals and commodes. (Mostly rather old ones, probably dating from before the time the British Public School system went all-to-hell and a knowledge of Latin was no longer required for graduation from the Colleges at Oxford.)