A SURREAL ADVENTURE
Posted by Gary Johnston
I’m walking down a street and stop for a red light. The light turns green and I fly away in my flying saucer. I turn right, after thirty years, and climb stairs barefoot wondering where my shoes are. Did I take them off at the red light? No matter, I keep climbing the stairs.
It starts to rain, and I’m happy to splash and dance in the puddles on the stairs. What fun! But the police cut my fun short. “Get out of the fountain,” they say. I listen to them because the police are friends with dragons, monsters and ghosts. The dragons, monsters and ghosts will leave me alone as long as I listen to the police.
As I get out of the fountain, I close the door to the washroom on the airplane and return to my seat. Mozart comes from 1786 and sits beside me. He starts composing.
“This is difficult,” says Mozart.
“Why?” I ask.
“Because I’m composing Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony, and I’m not Beethoven.”
That’s funny! I laugh as I walk down a street and stop for a red light . . .