Ghosts, Politics and Death Valley Belong Together
I climbed down the path and sat on a lonely stone, waiting for my friends, Len and Lord Gregory, to join me as promised in the pits of Death Valley. The sun was setting and they didn’t show up. I was worried that Len had passed out due to the extreme heat, drinking beer and smoking. Fortunately, I was prepared. I had my sleeping bag and climbed into it near the fire I’d built. Then, I put out the fire. What was I crazy? It was 125 degrees outside.
That night, as I was half asleep, I heard a wailing. Being the chicken I am, I zipped myself in the bed roll and hoped that no scorpions, snakes, spiders or skunks would join me. I waited patiently for my friends and dreamed that they could come back safe.
The dream shifted and a handsome knight appeared. He was wearing a coat of arms and flaunting shiny armor. He said he was a ghost, forever to roam Death Valley merely because he refused to obey the king. He refused to destroy the village of the Gobblyworths. The Gobblyworths were a peace loving bunch of distorted people that wanted nothing to do with the king’s politics. Then the knight left my dreams and my dream shifted. I found myself talking to a lobbyist. I was very tired the next morning.
My friends didn’t show up again, but I waited, worried and spent another night in Death Valley. This time when the knight showed in my dreams he was rejoicing. He kissed my hand and he bowed. Then a whole mob of distorted people showed up, singing, dancing and yelling “Free at last, free at last”. I figured they must the the Gobblyworths that the knight refused to slay.
Apparently my dreams helped them and who would have guessed that a dreamland lobbyist had so much power?
P.S. Len and Lord Gregory showed up the next day, but they were so white, you’d have thought they saw a ghost.