I dreamt last night about camp, but, of course, it wasn’t exactly camp, not as it physically manifests anyway.
The attendees were split Harry Potter style into four houses. In addition to the normal activities of the weekend, there was a mini–olympics of sorts, between the four houses, just silly little feats of skill and such as a means of comradery and fun. The last event was arm wrestling, and my house was going into it in a very good position, but the final event was poorly attended by members of my house. The first two rounds for our house didn’t go so great, and we had one contestant left, a big burly, hairy man, bald-headed and with a salt-n-pepper beard. He was quite handsome, in a somewhat geek-smart way.
His round came up and he was matched against a young thin but athletic boy, who raised up his right arm. Our guy announced the need to go left handed, and then popped his right arm out of its prosthetic joint. (It was the most realistic prosthetic limb I had ever seen.) He won the round after a good long struggle and our house won the game and the overall event. I walked back to the center of camp with him, chatting along the way. It dawned on me that he had just now ‘outed’ himself, which he confirmed, and I thought a bit about what it must be like to make such a bold sudden announcement regarding something that otherwise would have never caught any attention.
Then we stopped in the shopping mart at a candy shoppe to get a big, giant bag of sweets, you know, at the mall smack-dab in the middle of camp. Yes, that shopping mall. Welcome to my brain…
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