Post #37468 by kctiki on Thu, Jun 5, 2003 10:39 AM

I had a tiki nightmare. Woke up at 3am thrashing and kicking. This is the honest truth. I'm not making this up.

Dreamt I came home after a weekend away and there were blank holes on all the shelves where my tiki mugs are supposed to be.

I checked the kitchen floor for stickiness and the backyard for butts to see if my son had a party in my absence. Maybe they drank out of the tikis and broke them - or perhaps he let his guests take them home as souvenirs.

He denied having a party and I believed him. Although his friends have always treated my tiki stuff with respect, there is usually evidence that they've horsed around with my chicken collection when I'm gone, and this time there was no such evidence.

I then accused him of selling the tikis on e-bay for astronomical sums of money. He wouldn't answer me until I tried to slap him. Then he mumbled something about giving them to grandpa, at which point I proceeded to throttle him soundly. That's when I woke myself up kicking and thrashing.

I must add that I would never strike my child in real life. He is not a mere ruffian, and I'm a poor relation of the artist.

The only obvious way I can interpret this nightmare is that I still must be in shock over what I discovered several months ago when I finally had time in my schedule to explore the internet.

I found that the obscure little hobby I'd been quietly enjoying for half a lifetime was no longer my exclusive and private domain.

It seems a tiki revival of sorts has been gaining momentum and is being embraced far and wide with a joie de vivre I never could have imagined.

Please excuse my ramblings.