Thread: Premonition

This is odd and a little spooky.

Last night I had a dream about my grandfather's razor (Odd, because I do not typically dream about razors)...anyway, I dreamed that I slammed the blade into the tap by mistake and folded the toe over leaving a large crease in the blade about half way between the edge and the spine. It seemed real...I even woke up bummed out.

I headed to the drawer and pulled out the same razor which happened to be up in the rotation for today. I was elated to realize it was only a dream...and I headed into can for my 3 S's.

Everything was going great. Fantastic shave (2 passes to near perfection...and I will spare the details on the other two S's) and I was cleaning up...when I touched the spike toe of the razor to the sink...

Holy crap, man! I folded the tip over!!! Not nearly as bad as in the dream, but I mean I **TOUCHED** it to he sink, and instantly realized "oh shoot!"

I thought I got away with it, but the scratches on the strop told me to grab the loupe...and that confirmed that my nightmare was in part realized.

The good news is, that I will be able to repair it in a few minutes tonight, but it was a little freaky so I thought I would share.

That's what happens when you go to bed thinking about razors.
Do like me, I go to bed thinking about beautiful Columbian women with nice Ta-Ta's.
I only wake up disappointed, but no razor damage.

That is the problem I suppose. I went to bed thinking about breathing (head cold) and that was the last thought I recall after screwing the lid back on the NyQuil

Very Jungian. The protruding blade representing the male archetype for masculinity and power, then slamming it into the sink resulting in immediate, what, impotency? Fortunately you were able to stroke your blade back to a functional state. All's well that ends well...

Originally Posted by honedright

Very Jungian. The protruding blade representing the male archetype for masculinity and power, then slamming it into the sink resulting in immediate, what, impotency? Fortunately you were able to stroke your blade back to a functional state. All's well that ends well...

Dude, sometimes a razor is just a razor...

Originally Posted by Cangooner

Dude, sometimes a razor is just a razor...

I must agree.

If I am going to compare my junk to a blade...it's going to be one of these

Originally Posted by unit

I must agree.

If I am going to compare my junk to a blade...it's going to be one of these

Could have been a Claymore... but then you'd have been dreaming again.

BTW, I must confess, my wife is Matron of Honor for her BFF and held a bachelorette party at our house this past Saturday. For several days prior to, and following, my place was phallic central. Must have had some adverse effect on my psyche and now I'm projecting. Projecting, wait... is that...never mind...ugghh

Originally Posted by unit

I must agree.

If I am going to compare my junk to a blade...it's going to be one of these

.......probably more like one of these.

I said "compare" not "equate"....

Jeesh!