dream note

At end of the dream this morning I was sitting at a table with my brother and one of his friends, could have been Bowdler, singing the Tom lehrer song 'We Will All Go Together When We Go'. I know I began singing and they joined in, Bowdler helping keep the verses going, as I was a bit shaky on my memory of some of those later in the song, but he also had extra verses that I didn't know (and of course I can't remember them now I'm awake). We were also drinking something potent; I think I had a large shotglass, around 150ml, of King's Ginger on the go. King's Ginger is, supposedly, a resurected recipe from the 1900s, a liqueur developed for Edward VII and kept out of the way of the public for a century or so. I've been known to call it 'King's Evil'(that's really an unpleasant skin disease. cf 'scrofula') but I think the name suits, 'coz'.

I assume the extra-large shotglass appeared because I have a measuring vessel of just that size and shape in the kitchen, although I last used it to serve a portion of mixed nuts and no ginger was involved in the presentation at all.

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I should record these moments, but rarely, rarely, do.

Background.

Because The Cub had few friends IRL (being autistic can take a body like that) I decided long ago that we'd have 'friends' for her at home. That led me to voicing a shedload of soft toys and dolls, with the assistance of Dexter (my left hand, with index finger as head and thumb and middle finger as arms), Sinister (my right hand, likewise arranged) and, later, 'The Littlies', Billius and Phillius, my feet. Being feet, they are very supportive and cry 'we LOVE you' frequently, but, also like feet, they complain a LOT when tired.
I cut back on many of the voices for various reasons, but my own sanity was on the list. Now we're resticted to Weston Bear, Dex' Sin', Bill' and Phil', however, The Bear Cupboard (the top three shelves of an IKEA Billy bookcase with doors, glass for the top half) still remains and the inhabitants still have a complicated existence of their own. The Bear Cupboard is a three-level club that keeps dancing, 24/7. The top floor is the VIP lounge, where folks such as Olaf the Snowman, Peppa Pig and Paw Patrol members can chill; the middle floor is where the big screen DJ concerts, Disco events, 80's hours, Sand Dancing sessions and so forth happen and the bottom floor is the mosh pit, although we'll say no more about that; there IS a tale about a pair of Bear gods, Mosh and Pogo, who got caught up with the Greek Pantheon and were cursed, while on a holiday to Greece, for walking into a grove where Terpsichore was trying out some new moves. Apparently, NDAs weren't a thing at the time, but at least Mosh and Pogo are still there, teaching forbidden dancing to bears at large.
BEHIND the Bear Cupboard is a sort of Gentleman's Club where Bear Cupboard members can take a room, nap in large and comfy chairs, visit the library, dine and generally take a break from the frenetic world of the Cupboard itself; it is very quiet back there, the only real regular being Sinister Digit, who does rather enjoy the library and the stock of sherries. Note that Sin's brother, Dexter Digit, a wannabe emperor of the 'Ming the Merciless'/tinfoil hat school, was blackballed for membership. Considering even Turnaround Bear, a Glaswegian bear wearing a purple onesie with a lace collar and, therefore, in possession of a short temper and head of rage big enough to take on the occupants of any pub on Sauchiehall Street on a Friday night, was let in, it Just Goes To show.

Anyway.The Cub was getting ready for school this morning and, as I passed, called out "Weston! Take control of The Bear Cupboard!"

Weston: Hoorah! RIGHT, you bears! Everybody line up because it's time for SAUSAGE DANCING!

*cheering from the Littlies*

Weston: Right, it's Chippolata Wavers to the left, Cumberland Quiverers TOOOOOOOO the right! ... that's it, come on come on... Right! Are we ready?

*pause for imagined cheering*

Littlies: weve got cocktail sausages, Uncle!

Weston: You'll be fine, lads, just stick with the Quiverers for now, but stay sharp!

Littlies: We will, Unlce!

Billius: This is exciting, Sibbberling!

Phillius: Yes, Sibberling. Hey I think we should get that kernock-worst for the next round!

Both: oooOOOOOoooo!

Phillius:Auntie, can I get some more JAM, please?

Cub: Here you are, Phillius *eyeroll* here's some more jam.

Phillius: Oooooo! Lingonberry! Awesome!

Weston: Settle down, settle down.... And... Let's DANCE! Wavers lead... follow through... Quiverers follow... aaaand... CROSS!... Doublestep!

PHillius: I'm sure thjis is Gangnam Style were doing

Billius: Oppa Gangnam Style!! Heeeeeeey, sexy footloose!

Phillius: footloose! Footloose! put on your Sunday shoes!

Billius: Sibberling, it's kick OFF your Sunday shoes!

Phillius: You have to put them ON before you can take them off.

Billius: he's got a point, everybo–

Weston: Littlies! Mind your backs! coming Through! Bears... BEAN BENDING! Cha cha cha.... quiver and WAVE!!! Yes! Yes, you bears!

Billius: c'mon Sibberling, let's get that kernock-worst...

Phillius: I'm with YOU, Sibberling! LASER BATTLE! tchewww tchewwwwe! 

Billius: clear the path! Tchewwww tchewwwwwwww!

Weston! OI! WATCH OUT FOR THE SAUSAGES!

FX: BOUW!!!!!!

Littlies: Ouchy!

Sinister: Littlies! Please be calm. I have this elephant with its elephant gun  and I shall not be gainsayed.

Billius: AWwwww UNNNNNCLE!

Phillius: shouldn't the elephants be outside, Uncle? You said not to let them in until we've finished breakfast coz they mump toast off the table.

Sinister: Now yuou know we do not mention the elephants when they are in the room. It is tradition.

Weston: aaaaannnnd arm swings, arm swing back anddddd...sausage fencing!!

Phillius: c'mon sibberling, I've still got the jam, let's get to the buffet before the crowd.

Weston: and, pause, paws up.... EAT!

Cub: YES Weston! YES!

Phillius: Bears, can we sit on the fire engine, please?

Me: do you need a hand with that brush, daughter?

Cub: yes please, dad-dy.

We brush her hair and head for breakfast.


Note: The Littlies pronounce sibling as sibberling. This was adopted from the Cub. Knockwurst is, of course pronounced kernock-worst