Dream A Little Dream

It's no wonder that I love to sleep. My dreams are endlessly entertaining. Last night's was no exception. It unfolded, as they all do, like a mini-movie, in which I may or may not play a major role. I am, unfailingly, much younger and much thinner. Hey, now! Stop that snickering! It's MY dream and I can be whoever and whatever I like. So, there. I don't go overboard, really. I'm never a raving beauty, for instance. One can't have everything.

Anyway, about last night's weird dream. It seems I was at the Public Library, trying to check out some books, and the librarian informed me that I already had books that were overdue, so until I brought them back, "No books for you."

After promising to be back in a few minutes, I left. When I got to the parking lot, my car was gone. This is a common occurrence in my dreams. I've never been able to figure it out, but, I'll bet a dream analyst could tell me what it all means. I have always developed strong bonds with my cars, and I don't see anything particularly strange about it, but I can never seem to find them in my dreams.

I went back inside and called the police, who arrived almost immediately. It's a dream, remember? So, I described my car as a cross between a Smart Car and a golf cart. They told me it should be easy to find, since it was so unusual. Then, they left without offering me a ride.

So, I called my father and asked him to come and get me and take me to my mother's house, where I was staying. He said he wouldn't come and get me because he didn't want to go anywhere near my mother. I told him he could let me out a block away, and I'd walk, but he said "That's still too close."

I called my mother, who had one of those loud, high-pitched, whiny voices that make you want to stick a well-sharpened pencil in your ear. She said she'd send her live-in boyfriend, who bore a striking resemblance to Onslow (from "Keeping Up Appearances"). I said I'd call a cab.

Then, I woke up. The dream may still be playing itself out in the far reaches of my mind, but that's ok. They all end abruptly. I never know what they mean, if anything. And the people I call my parents or friends or acquaintances never look like the ones in my waking moments. If they're trying to tell me something, I never seem to get the message.

But, enough of weird dreams. I have another one to tell about, but it'll wait until next time.

Stay tuned.