barnyard Quidditch

[quigonginger]

Since there's been no activity in the last week, allow me to break 
the monotony by sharing a dream I had last night. 

I should preface this by saying that I have one of those colds which 
makes one unable to sleep for any reasonable length of time, and have 
been quite tired.

I should also state that coming from a rural area, I am well aware 
that the various animals in this dream did not act according to their 
relative natures and abilities in real life.  No actual animals were 
harmed in this dream.

I dreampt that Carolyn signed us up for a barnyard Quidditch league.  
We went to our first practice and began our training.  Carolyn 
explained that, as Seeker, it was her job to catch golden eggs laid 
in mid-air by flying golden chickens without letting them hit the 
ground.  (The eggs, that is- the chickens were highly capable of 
fending for themselves.)

We were riding horses (standing on their backs, circus-style).  I had 
a lovely Palimino; Dot favoured a zebra.  I have no idea what they 
did for a Quaffle or for goals as I was obviously a Beater and spent 
my time fending off giant mud-dripping swine who would leap at the 
riders with the intent of knocking us off our horses.

Back to reviewing, 
Ginger, who needs more cold meds and a nap