In this dream, I’m in grade school. All the kids are playing the Blacksmith Game. The rules are as follows:
– Lie on your back under the shade of a tall building while dressed in a fireman’s uniform
– Allow yourself to be bound by heavy chains
– Attempt to free yourself using only a traditional blacksmith’s hammer
An older man with the long receding hair and a dark, greasy long coat wanted to play, so he put on the fireman uniform and we chained him up.
He was able to free himself in seconds. All it took to demolish the chain was a few strategic strikes of–not a traditional blacksmith’s hammer–but a modern clawed carpenters hammer.
He walked away, grumbling about the stupid nature of the game.