jonathan180iq
Well-Known Member
First of all, I'm not even joking.
Lastnight, I had a dream that I took my girlfriend and a couple of buddies the Creation Museum, which was interestingly housed in a dilapidated local building that was once used for an independent wrestling league called TWA.
We walked past a few exhibits, the most interesting of which was about birds. The speaker in this exhibit was dressed in a long brown and yellow robe, attempting to look time period-appropriate with his sandals and falcon resting on his left shoulder. (apparently my subconscious thinks that Hebrews 2,000 years ago loved falcons.)
Anyway, after passing lots of animatronic animals housed in iron cages, we came to a room full of books that had a large clock in the middle of the room adorned with Roman numerals. In a glider rocker on the far left side sat Ken Hamm. His wife, an pudgy older woman who was much shorter than him, was nuzzled under his left arm and they were reading some paperback book together. One of my friends asked who he was and I mentioned that he was Ken Hamm, curator and owner of the Creation Museum. He greeted us warmly and then proceeded to inform me that his name was actually pronounced Kaan Ha-im. He seemed preturbed that no one had ever asked him how to pronounce his name before.
I was surprised by how gentle and welcoming he was as a person. At one point, he walked us out onto the balcony of the museum, which was just a nice wrap-around porch on the front of the TWA building. (How's that for continuity?! I was happy my mind was able to keep things consistent.) He gave us free tickets for a return visit and wished us well.
I woke up immediately feeling like only my friends over at Religious Forums would get a kick out of my encounter with dreamy Ken Hamm. I'm supposed to tell you guys that he's not such a bad guy - he just believes stupid things.
Anyway... I hope everyone enjoys their day.
Kaan Ha-im!
Lastnight, I had a dream that I took my girlfriend and a couple of buddies the Creation Museum, which was interestingly housed in a dilapidated local building that was once used for an independent wrestling league called TWA.
We walked past a few exhibits, the most interesting of which was about birds. The speaker in this exhibit was dressed in a long brown and yellow robe, attempting to look time period-appropriate with his sandals and falcon resting on his left shoulder. (apparently my subconscious thinks that Hebrews 2,000 years ago loved falcons.)
Anyway, after passing lots of animatronic animals housed in iron cages, we came to a room full of books that had a large clock in the middle of the room adorned with Roman numerals. In a glider rocker on the far left side sat Ken Hamm. His wife, an pudgy older woman who was much shorter than him, was nuzzled under his left arm and they were reading some paperback book together. One of my friends asked who he was and I mentioned that he was Ken Hamm, curator and owner of the Creation Museum. He greeted us warmly and then proceeded to inform me that his name was actually pronounced Kaan Ha-im. He seemed preturbed that no one had ever asked him how to pronounce his name before.
I was surprised by how gentle and welcoming he was as a person. At one point, he walked us out onto the balcony of the museum, which was just a nice wrap-around porch on the front of the TWA building. (How's that for continuity?! I was happy my mind was able to keep things consistent.) He gave us free tickets for a return visit and wished us well.
I woke up immediately feeling like only my friends over at Religious Forums would get a kick out of my encounter with dreamy Ken Hamm. I'm supposed to tell you guys that he's not such a bad guy - he just believes stupid things.
Anyway... I hope everyone enjoys their day.
Kaan Ha-im!
