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[old soldier]

all this emotion over the bridge got old soldier dreaming again. this one was kinda a funny one though.

It was kind of a Folsom recreation of the movie wizzard of oz. Kerry was playing the role of Dorothy, King was the scarcrow, Starsky was the tin man and old Morin was the lion. the plot somehow was around the rodeo grounds. Oh yea Miklos turned out to be the wizzard, and Toto was not in the cast.

I guess Kerri was the heroine cause the wanted to do good and as I remember the scarecrow was looking for a brain, the tinman heart and the lion courage

I am sure ngilbert will help me out with the real meaning of my night time adventure. Last night was only a two beer evening if that will help with the analysis

[Robert Giacometti]

all this emotion over the bridge got old soldier dreaming again. this one was kinda a funny one though.

It was kind of a Folsom recreation of the movie wizzard of oz. Kerry was playing the role of Dorothy, King was the scarcrow, Starsky was the tin man and old Morin was the lion. the plot somehow was around the rodeo grounds. Oh yea Miklos turned out to be the wizzard, and Toto was not in the cast.

I guess Kerri was the heroine cause the wanted to do good and as I remember the scarecrow was looking for a brain, the tinman heart and the lion courage

I am sure ngilbert will help me out with the real meaning of my night time adventure. Last night was only a two beer evening if that will help with the analysis

I guess you didn't look into the sky and missed Hillary?

[mylo]

I guess you didn't look into the sky and missed Hillary?

Wouldn't she be under the house?

[ChipShot]

Wouldn't she be under the house?

No, she'd be giving instructions to those scary flying monkeys..

[ngilbert]

all this emotion over the bridge got old soldier dreaming again. this one was kinda a funny one though.

It was kind of a Folsom recreation of the movie wizzard of oz. Kerry was playing the role of Dorothy, King was the scarcrow, Starsky was the tin man and old Morin was the lion. the plot somehow was around the rodeo grounds. Oh yea Miklos turned out to be the wizzard, and Toto was not in the cast.

I guess Kerri was the heroine cause the wanted to do good and as I remember the scarecrow was looking for a brain, the tinman heart and the lion courage

I am sure ngilbert will help me out with the real meaning of my night time adventure. Last night was only a two beer evening if that will help with the analysis

Well, I hesitate because the last time I analyzed your dreams, the one about Obama and Tim Russert and the magic lamp, I advised you to cut back on the MSG before bedtime so you wouldn't dream about Tim Russert anymore, but then he died the next day. So I'd like to help, but I never meant for my mad dream interpretation skillz to kill.

Your subconscious may actually be holding the universe together. It's like that old philosophical debate (popular among stoned college students) of "How do we know that we exist? We may only be figments of old soldier's mind, and what we think of as reality is just him imagining us?" See where I'm going? If I said "no more beer before bedtime and you'll be fine" we, and all we know, may just disappear.

Anyway, I'm still trying to figure out my dream for the other night:

It was Represa in mid-July and I just hit town and my throat was dry, so I thought I'd stop and get myself a Frostie.

In an old saloon on a street of mud, there at the table, looking smug, was the City Council that thought up "Folsom Lake Crossing".

They were big and bent and gray and old and I looked at them and my blood ran cold and I said, "My name is Sue! How do you do? WTF where you thinking?"

[mylo]

It was Represa in mid-July and I just hit town and my throat was dry, so I thought I'd stop and get myself a Frostie.

In an old saloon on a street of mud, there at the table, looking smug, was the City Council that thought up "Folsom Lake Crossing".

They were big and bent and gray and old and I looked at them and my blood ran cold and I said, "My name is Sue! How do you do? WTF where you thinking?"

An instant classic!

[john]

first, your classic JC image, now this! You are a classic. You should send that to the Bee!

[ducky]

[nigilbert -quote ]
It was Represa in mid-July and I just hit town and my throat was dry, so I thought I'd stop and get myself a Frostie.

In an old saloon on a street of mud, there at the table, looking smug, was the City Council that thought up "Folsom Lake Crossing".

They were big and bent and gray and old and I looked at them and my blood ran cold and I said, "My name is Sue! How do you do? WTF where you thinking?[end quote]

We need to find a way to sneak that onto an official-looking highway plaque at the entrance.

You're still the master, ngilbert.

[EDH Jen]

Well, I hesitate because the last time I analized your dreams, the one about Obama and Tim Russert and the magic lamp, I advised you to cut back on the MSG before bedtime so you wouldn't dream about Tim Russert anymore, but then he died the next day. So I'd like to help, but I never meant for my mad dream interpretation skillz to kill.

Your subconscious may actually be holding the universe together. It's like that old philosophical debate (popular among stoned college students) of "How do we know that we exist? We may only be figments of old soldier's mind, and what we think of as reality is just him imagining us?" See where I'm going? If I said "no more beer before bedtime and you'll be fine" we, and all we know, may just disappear.

Anyway, I'm still trying to figure out my dream for the other night:

It was Represa in mid-July and I just hit town and my throat was dry, so I thought I'd stop and get myself a Frostie.

In an old saloon on a street of mud, there at the table, looking smug, was the City Council that thought up "Folsom Lake Crossing".

They were big and bent and gray and old and I looked at them and my blood ran cold and I said, "My name is Sue! How do you do? WTF where you thinking?"

I'm still having the special-financing-for-newly-divorced-or-single-ladies dream.
Oh, the Angel Flights, the glazed ceramic owl, and the white lattice archways...they haunt me in the daylight!

[ngilbert]

I'm still having the special-financing-for-newly-divorced-or-single-ladies dream.
Oh, the Angel Flights, the glazed ceramic owl, and the white lattice archways...they haunt me in the daylight!

Well, technically that's not a dream. It's a repressed memory trying to reassert itself in your waking mind. Enough hypnosis, a little electro-shock, you'll be fine. Unless you choose to confront your memory head-on, in which case, here dear:

On a similar note, this song takes me to my happy place when my mind is troubled: http://www.youtube.c...feature=related But you know, even "Tom LaBrie's Waterbed Warehouse Night Comfort Bridge" wouldn't sound as lame as "Folsom Dam Crossing".

On a serious note (not that your problem isn't serious Jen), aside from "Folsom Prison Blues" another, often overlooked, Johnny Cash song about Folsom is "Greystone Chapel" (off the prison concert album):

Inside the walls of prison my body may be,
but my Lord has set my soul free.

There's a grey stone chapel here at Folsom,
a house of worship in this den of sin.
You wouldn't think that God had a place here at Folsom,
but he saved the soul of many lost men.

Now this grey stone chapel here at Folsom,
stands a hundred years old made of granite rock.
It takes a ring of keys to move here at Folsom,
but the door to the house of God is never locked.

Inside the walls of prison my body may be
but the Lord has set my soul free.

There are men here that don't ever worship.
There are men here who scoff at the ones who pray.
But I've got down on my knees in that grey stone chapel,
and I've thanked the Lord for helping me each day.

Now this grey stone chapel here at Folsom,
it has a touch of God's hand on every stone.
It's a flower of light in a field of darkness,
and it's given me the stregth to carry on.

Inside the walls of prison my body may be,
but my Lord has set my soul free.

written by Glen Sherley (Folsom Inmate)

[Chad Vander Veen]

Well, technically that's not a dream. It's a repressed memory trying to reassert itself in your waking mind. Enough hypnosis, a little electro-shock, you'll be fine. Unless you choose to confront your memory head-on, in which case, here dear:

On a similar note, this song takes me to my happy place when my mind is troubled: http://www.youtube.c...feature=related But you know, even "Tom LaBrie's Waterbed Warehouse Night Comfort Bridge" wouldn't sound as lame as "Folsom Dam Crossing".

On a serious note (not that your problem isn't serious Jen), aside from "Folsom Prison Blues" another, often overlooked, Johnny Cash song about Folsom is "Greystone Chapel" (off the prison concert album):

Inside the walls of prison my body may be,
but my Lord has set my soul free.

There's a grey stone chapel here at Folsom,
a house of worship in this den of sin.
You wouldn't think that God had a place here at Folsom,
but he saved the soul of many lost men.

Now this grey stone chapel here at Folsom,
stands a hundred years old made of granite rock.
It takes a ring of keys to move here at Folsom,
but the door to the house of God is never locked.

Inside the walls of prison my body may be
but the Lord has set my soul free.

There are men here that don't ever worship.
There are men here who scoff at the ones who pray.
But I've got down on my knees in that grey stone chapel,
and I've thanked the Lord for helping me each day.

Now this grey stone chapel here at Folsom,
it has a touch of God's hand on every stone.
It's a flower of light in a field of darkness,
and it's given me the stregth to carry on.

Inside the walls of prison my body may be,
but my Lord has set my soul free.

written by Glen Sherley (Folsom Inmate)

That song rules. Didn't June sing with him?

[old soldier]

Well, I hesitate because the last time I analyzed your dreams, the one about Obama and Tim Russert and the magic lamp, I advised you to cut back on the MSG before bedtime so you wouldn't dream about Tim Russert anymore, but then he died the next day. So I'd like to help, but I never meant for my mad dream interpretation skillz to kill.

Your subconscious may actually be holding the universe together. It's like that old philosophical debate (popular among stoned college students) of "How do we know that we exist? We may only be figments of old soldier's mind, and what we think of as reality is just him imagining us?" See where I'm going? If I said "no more beer before bedtime and you'll be fine" we, and all we know, may just disappear.

Anyway, I'm still trying to figure out my dream for the other night:

It was Represa in mid-July and I just hit town and my throat was dry, so I thought I'd stop and get myself a Frostie.

In an old saloon on a street of mud, there at the table, looking smug, was the City Council that thought up "Folsom Lake Crossing".

They were big and bent and gray and old and I looked at them and my blood ran cold and I said, "My name is Sue! How do you do? WTF where you thinking?"

ngilbert, this has to be the funniest post I ever read on old my folsom. I almost wet my pants which would be a big deal cause I'm not old enough yet for depends.

wait till fiesty kerri seets this one. she might hire a plane to put in on a banner and fly over the rodeo right after the flag jumper.

[Kerri Howell]

I spoke to someone who has been reading this blog - he indicated that he wanted to get someone with a good singing voice to record it and then play it over and over and over again - perhaps on Sutter Street - perhaps during the Rodeo or the cattle drive.................. or perhaps everyone sings it during the cattle drive while holding a sign that says "Johnny Cash"

[Deb aka Resume Lady]

I spoke to someone who has been reading this blog - he indicated that he wanted to get someone with a good singing voice to record it and then play it over and over and over again - perhaps on Sutter Street - perhaps during the Rodeo or the cattle drive.................. or perhaps everyone sings it during the cattle drive while holding a sign that says "Johnny Cash"

FOLSOM IDOL!

[ChipShot]

I will give $10 and a beer to the moderator who closes this thread !!!