Sweat Dreams

by Lindsay Johannsen

Overview

Dreams are just dreams, right? And as Jack Cadney says in my towering literary work "McCullock's Gold", how can dreams have any meaning when everything in them is so crazy? …And yet, on rare occasions, someone dreams some winning lottery numbers or which horse will win the Melbourne Cup. Oh yes. And for your information, a "Sydney Harbour" is the standard Australian unit of mega-gargantuan volume.

Product Details

BN ID:	2940046511123
Publisher:	Kick-Verlag
Publication date:	01/09/2015
Series:	Far From The Urban Sprawl ... tall tales and ripping yarns from The Land Of OZ
Sold by:	Smashwords
Format:	eBook
Sales rank:	412,879
File size:	110 KB

About the Author

There's not a lot to tell really, though on reflection, looking back on it through the lens of one’s recollections and memories, the whole business seems more akin to an extended Huckleberry Finn adventure, but set in the vastness of Central Australia. Born, raised and schooled in Alice Springs; taken from the leafy glades of learning mid-way through Year-eight to work at my father's remote little copper mine; later employed for some years driving his cattle-hauling road trains – him having pioneered road trains and the cattle hauling business (see "Kurt Johannsen: A Son of the Red Centre"). Married in the fullness of time; built a bush homestead on the northern edge of the Simpson Desert and raised a family there, all while running a small tungsten mining business and provisioning the hundred or so Aboriginal people local to the area who adopted us. Sold our mine and homestead a few years after the kids had flown the coop, acquired a forty foot (12m) touring coach, converted it into a big steel-wheel mobeel Palaise-de-passion motor home and took to the roads of this great land of Oz - in the main visiting our offspring (most of whom had moved to coastal regions), our grandchildren generally and a couple of great grandies, plus various friends and associates from years gone by. So these days all I have to do is keep the missus happy – my Bride my Precious Lamb and Flower of the Early Mid Morning. "Anywhere you wish, my darling," I tell her. "You just say the word and we'll be on our way." So it's free as the breeze, we are now, out and about having wild and exciting adventures and being amazingly cool generally. Best job I ever had.