Squirl's Nest

Friday, March 03, 2006

This is all Bucky's fault, I'm sure...

Bucky posted some Photoshop work that she did on the Beverly Hillibillies. Yes, I'm linking to it here but I'm not responsible for anything you might see there. If you are traumatized by anything there please bring it up with Bucky.

Last night I had a dream that involved the Beverly Hillbillies. Now, everyone was fully clothed in my dream. (If that doesn't send you to Bucky's post I don't know what will)

It was as if I were watching an episode of the BH. Jed, Miss Jane, and Mr Drysdale were standing in the front room, just inside the door. Mr. Drysdale was trying to impress Jed with a gift.

He said to Jed, "I got you some Coltranes." Then he ran out of the room.

I fully expected him to come back with a bunch of John Coltrane albums. Instead he came out from the next room with his arms filled with phone receivers and looooong cords, not the phones themselves, just the cords. It was people from John Coltrane's family that he had on the phones.

Jed was not impressed and he walked out the door. Mr. Drysdale dropped the phone receivers and ran out the door after him leaving Miss Jane to wonder what the hell was going on.

That's when I realized I was sitting in a small screening-type room with just a few people around me.

That's the end of the dream. I'm sorry to inflict the weirdness of my dream on you but Bucky insisted that I do so after I told her about it this afternoon.


Blogger Bucky Four-Eyes said...

I just want it understood that I am not the only Beverly Hillbillies fetishist in my family.

Fri Mar 03, 07:55:00 PM  
Blogger Squirl said...

Now, Bucky, one silly dream does not a fetish make. :-)

Fri Mar 03, 07:57:00 PM  
Blogger Bucky Four-Eyes said...

Tell it to the Granny mask in your nightstand drawer.

Fri Mar 03, 08:15:00 PM  
Blogger Squirl said...

I seem to remember Granny being the favorite of someone in the family besides me. See ya later, brain!

Fri Mar 03, 08:17:00 PM  
Blogger Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

Well, Squirl, you can’t blame it ALL on your little sister (although I always tried to). After all, it was YOUR dream. However, without Bucky’s post you may have dreamed of a different comedy, like, uh, maybe, “Father Knows Best”?

Fri Mar 03, 11:19:00 PM  
Blogger eclectic said...


Squirl's got the hots for Mr. Drysdale!!!! Or was it Jed? Surely not Jethro?? Gaaaah! After what Bucky found out about EllyMae, I can't imagine you dreaming about her, but maybe you're into that?? Does Ichabod know?

Sat Mar 04, 12:15:00 AM  
Blogger Jim said...

squirl-bob - that dream is a Freudian field-trip waiting to happen. Maybe you're meant to be an ABC executive...

Sat Mar 04, 12:59:00 AM  
Blogger Squirl said...

Nick, maybe Leave it to Beaver? I mean, come on, who the hell came up with the name Beaver Cleaver? Talk about Freudian. Or some sick fuck thinking it was funny to have nice little 50's-era people saying that name with a straight face???

Eclectic, or maybe it has something to do with John Coltrane. Who knows. Actually, Ichabod listens to Coltrane and I don't always like the music.

Jim, see my comment to SS Nick. ;-)

Sat Mar 04, 08:51:00 AM  
Blogger Bucky Four-Eyes said...

You don't even like Coltrane's "Blue Train"?

My ver. word is ndflowz.
Flowz like in rapping, or flowz like in "that time of the month"?

Sat Mar 04, 10:38:00 AM  
Blogger Squirl said...

I like some Coltrane. Couldn't tell you names of songs off the top of my head, though.

I don't want to think about flowz of either kind, thank you very much.

Sat Mar 04, 10:50:00 AM  
Blogger tshsmom said...

OK, the naked part made me curious. I took the plunge. *shuddering*
It's really not any more bizarre than the actual show. ;)

Sat Mar 04, 01:46:00 PM  
Blogger Squirl said...

tshsmom, tee hee. Maybe it's kinda scary because it is so much like just a regular episode.

Sat Mar 04, 01:49:00 PM  
Blogger hellokittn said...

Not even going to try and think of what the underlying meaning in that one is :D. Great dream, classy sister *cough, fetishist*

Sat Mar 04, 03:41:00 PM  
Blogger Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

“Beaver Cleaver!” You’re right, Squirl, I’m sure he would have gotten a lot of sniggers from his classmates—if they had shown that on the squeaky clean sit-come.

After reading your comment, I did a bit of research of the different meanings of “beaver.” I found what I (we) expected plus this one, which interests me since I have a beard:

“'Beaver' also means 'the lower face-guard of a helmet'. The game of 'Beaver', involving shouting 'Beaver!' at the sight of a bearded man was in vogue in the 1920s, and is referred to by P.G. Wodehouse in his fifth Berlin broadcast, and also in the letters of James Joyce (1922), where he refers to a 'King Beaver' being a "an Irish constabularyman with red whiskers, riding a red bicycle".”

Sat Mar 04, 06:10:00 PM  
Blogger eclectic said...

Just came by to thank you for officially adopting me!! I have sisters, I have sisters!!! A whole lotta sisters!!! Of course, there's one I'm worried about... y'know, she has dreams of Coltrane and the Beverly Hillbillies... but still, a sister is a sister! Woo-hoo!!!

Sat Mar 04, 06:31:00 PM  
Blogger Squirl said...

Chia, you tell me where the fetish is in that. I dare ya.

Nick, thanks for the lesson on beaver. :-)

Eclectic, hi sis! You'll just have to watch out for the sister who dreams those weird dreams. She dreams all the time. She just doesn't usually blog about 'em. Welcome to the family!

Sat Mar 04, 06:39:00 PM  
Anonymous jd's rose said...

See, you are Bucky's sister!

Sat Mar 04, 11:30:00 PM  
Blogger Squirl said...

JDR, I'm actually going to take that as a compliment. :-)

Sun Mar 05, 07:17:00 AM  
Blogger Mr. Bloggerific Himself said...

Someone had turkey and dressing before going off to bed.

Today's security word is brought to you by Britches!


Sun Mar 05, 08:28:00 AM  
Blogger Squirl said...

Mr B, I have been taking various allergy/sinus medications. I don't understand your word ver, though.

And I had to take a close look at your profile pic. I thought she was on a toilet.

Sun Mar 05, 08:46:00 AM  
Blogger Susie said...

I can't even do this one, squirl. I have to refer you to someone else . . . the whole Beaver Cleaver thing has got me pretty shaken up; I'd never thought of it out of its context before. Reading it here made my legs snap shut . . .

I liked Wally. But then, I liked Jethro, too.

Sun Mar 05, 09:15:00 AM  
Blogger Squirl said...

Susie, I hope I didn't traumatize you too much. Your response has me, literally, laughing out loud. With tears from laughter, no less. Thanks ;)

And watch out for the low-hanging fruitl

Sun Mar 05, 09:18:00 AM  
Anonymous Danielle said...

Well, it is certainly unique and creative, if nothing else!

Sun Mar 05, 02:24:00 PM  
Blogger Squirl said...

Danielle, thank you. You're the only one who's finally seen this dream for what it is, unique and creative. So take that all you fetish-folks.


Sun Mar 05, 05:54:00 PM  
Blogger Von Krankipantzen said...

I don't feel I can comment as I have recently had some weird-ass dreams that defy explaination. Must be the spring in the air...

Sun Mar 05, 06:13:00 PM  
Blogger Squirl said...

Kranki, thank you! I swear most of my dreams are not much more than night-time entertainment. Yes, must be spring...

Sun Mar 05, 06:17:00 PM  
Blogger Momentarily_Distracted said...


Mon Mar 06, 08:39:00 PM  
Blogger Squirl said...

MD, so glad you enjoyed. :-)

Mon Mar 06, 08:50:00 PM  

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