Madonna and the hampster tube

Corbett | April 1, 2003 10:53 AM

Life was deteriorating in the current world dimension where we lived, and I spoke to a few insiders who told me of a way out to a better dimension. There was a large white concrete tower where a lot of people were lined up. They were crouched over, looking into a small hole just wide enough for a smallish child or a slippery desparate convict to crawl through. What we had to do to get to the other side was crawl through this mile long ribbed hampster tube. It was horrible and dark, but it promised a better life for those who slipped through. I dwelt on this as the line got shorter. Pretty soon it was my turn, and I started to panic. Finally, the woman in front of me turns around and says, "It's our turn, I'm going for it! You coming or not? They're about to close it down." It was Madonna. I thought about claustrophobia for a second, and the horrible consequenses of getting stuck in a tube with Madonna's butt ahead of me, but she was already going through, so I just got in. I wanted to bring my saxophone with me, but I had to either push it ahead with my face or tie it to my leg and drag it along. I opted for the latter, and started squeezing through. After about an hour of this, I could see the light at the end of the hampster tube, but there was a bend in the tube, and once I passed it, my sax case got stuck in the bend. I couldn't move forward. I couldn't move backwards. I couldn't reach back to untie the case stuck behind me. All I could do was wait there for someone else to hopefully come through the tube and unlodge me so I could crawl out...that is, if the tube hadn't closed up already, meaning I would be there forever.

Category: Dreams