In my office, I hold the reigning title of "queen of the strangest dreams," an honor, to be sure.
I am sure everyone loves it when I start a sentence with "I had a dream last night about..."
No really, I think they do.
Unfortunately, in holding such a prestigious title, I have to deal with somewhat violent dreams as well. Actually, mostly violent dreams is more like it.
Three weeks ago, Scotland and I ran into Pete from the singles branch at the west side Wal-Mart. That night, I remember dreaming that Pete cut two peoples heads off and wrapped them in plastic wrap so he could take them to the airport. Naturally, I was a bit disturbed that such a dream would come into my mind, especially about harmless little, innocent Pete.
Huh. That came out a little less manly than I wanted him to sound. Sorry Pete.
Anyway, last night I had a dream that I found two children abandoned in a store so I decided to take them home with me. Then their father showed up, but being that I had already decided that his parental skills were in question, I refused to give them up. Yes that is right, I essentially kidnapped two innocent dream kids. And then I stabbed the father. (minor detail)
And what about the time I was on a date with Randy Travis (of all people) and there was a violent mob at the restaurant that we were at and he pulled out his six shooters and killed everyone?
So what does all this mean exactly?
Am I a violent person? Or is my fear of violence what is driving these strange dreams? Or perhaps do I have some kind of cosmic connection to the universe that helps me predict future violent occurrences.
What, you believe that Pete could behead people and I could stab someone but Randy Travis taking me on a date is really that unbelievable?
Psh. Whatever.
And yes, I am still the "queen of the strangest dreams." Nobody but nobody is takin that crown from me anytime soon....
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