My girlfriend took me to meet a group of people. It was not clear to me why this meeting was important. One of the people was none other than Wilford Brimley. Mr. Brimley was wearing a blue cowboy hat. It seemed to be made of a kind of felt. The brim was a dark navy color, and the crown was a paler cornflower blue.
As conversation started I became restless. For no particular reason, I had a piece of very crumbly white chalk with me. I instinctively reached over and plucked off Mr. Brimley’s hat. Using my chalk, I began to trace all the outermost edges of the hat. I paid special attention to seams where the different colors of blue met. This seemed very important to me.
I was engrossed with this task, but I slowly became aware that the conversation was dying and the other people were looking at me. Even Wilford himself was now looking at me sideways out of one eye.
I gingerly placed the hat back on his head and folded my hands in my lap. I was quite embarrassed, but Wilford didn’t seem to take particular notice to my vandalism.
Dream of Toby Lunn, 12 June 2007.
