Survivor Dream

I had an odd dream last night and hoped that blogging it would expel it from my head...

I dreamt that James went on to win Survivor China. He coasted in on the strength of immunity challenge wins and his two hidden immunity idols (only needing one).

He won the million dollars in almost unanimous fashion over a grouchy, sullen, potty-mouthed Courtney who was dragged along pitifully through challenges she had no hope of winning. Jean-Robert insisted that he was on James' side the whole way and tried to get a share of the cash as payment for "swinging the jury". It didn't work.

After winning his money, James returns home to Lafayette where his elderly father awaits at the You Stab 'Em, We Slab 'Em mortuary:

"Dat you, boy-ah?" exclaimed the elderly Clement, shifting his cataract-glazed eyes toward the door.

"Yuh, Pop. It's me," James replied, shrugging a sack off of his shoulder.

"'Bout time you got back! We got da bodies pilin' up back dere! Get you dat shovel and git to work!"

"Pops, I ain't diggin' no more...I won a million dollahs on this TV game..."

"A million dollahs?" interrupted the old man, cackling. "A million dollahs ain't gonna get buryin' people outta your soul, boy-ah! Once you pick up da shovel, dat's what you is!"

"Look, Pops, I'm a rich man now...I ain't gotta dig holes, drop bodies or do weddin' security no more!" protested James.

"You don't know nuthin', boy-ah!" he scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. "Once a grave diggah, always a grave diggah." He muttered something further, but James couldn't make out the words.

"I ain't doin' it no more," said James, quietly. "Pops, I'm headed to Massachusetts...gotta lunch lady I been seein'."

"Lunch lady?!" burst the older man. "Lunch ladies, dey all da same. Think they goin' cook fuh ya and dey ain't. Lunch lady. Hah."

"Anyway, Pops. I'm outta heah. I'll call you." James turned to leave.

"Go on, git!" yelled Pops. "You'll be back...and when you come back...da bodies be waitin' on ya. boy-ah. You'll need da big shovel...Widow Wilson'll be plenty ripe by den."


I have no idea where that came from.