> Interpretive Oracle, here is my dream:
> I was in a child's playroom from the Victorian era, in one corner of
> which was large beautiful doll house that looked like the Kremlin.
> Suddenly I heard a clinking sound, and on one shelf there was a
> wind-up chimp playing the cymbals. The chimp was about to speak, but
> the floor boards began to shift under me, and I was falling, then I
> woke up in a field of clover. I asked aloud, "Where have the Polish
> lancers gone?" I was very confused by this question, and entered a
> windmill. The cone-shaped top floor of the windmill smelled strongly
> of dusty wood, and its walls were covered with small black-and-white
> photos, and I thought "Amazing--no thumbtacks." A Japanenese man in
> orange robes gave me a postcard, which said:
> I wish I were a Gumbi doll
> dancing in a Gumbi dream
> stalking Poky.
> The song "Blue Moon of Kentucky" began playing, and then I was in a
> helicopter flying around a huge TV, and then there appeared on the
> screen a a giant close-up of the toy chimp's face. It looked like
> Roddy McDowell in "Planet of the Apes" only its eyes were red lights,
> and it said, "The chapels of Bassa are a fallow field tonight, the
> clover has made it; they are red, my heart is full." I woke up, and
> my first thought was "I wanted to watch TV some more."
> Then I wrote the dream down. What does it mean?