A brief dream XIV

Last night I dreamed that Robyn dragged me to a black-market craft fair. Initially I didn't understand why it was black market - it appeared simply to be wood carvings and metal work. She found the gift that she was looking for, and approached the stall.

Lou Ferrigno was manning the stall. Robyn introduced me as Peter Parker. Lou gave me a strange look and then exploded in laughter. "I like it!" he said, as he lead me to a bar. "Get my friend Peter here a drink!"

We all got to know eachother over a few beers. At one point Lou told me that I should have an apostophied nickname, like a boxer. "Tookie," I suggested. He didn't find it amusing; Robyn just shook her head.

We took an elevator to a sercret warehouse which was nearly pitch black. That is, if you tried to focus on something it was completely dark, but in your periphery you could almost make out shapes and movement. We had a sense of forboding, and decided that perhaps this gift was not worth the price.

Later, Lou joined us for Christmas at my parents house. Introducing him to my mother, I asked, "Should I call you Lou, or Mr. Ferrigno, or what?"

He said, "Call me Steve."