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01.25.09
Last Sunday, I decided to take a nap in the afternoon. I changed into my flaming Superman S-shield pajamas and a gray sweater and got under the covers, eager to get some rest and hopefully heal from my cold. Five hours later, I woke up.
And this is what I dreamed…
I was at work and Oksana gave me three little slips of paper. She didn’t tell me what was on them, but I noticed some writing and a couple of numbers. She made it clear that I was supposed to read them as soon as possible, but our assistant manager Pat told me I had to take care of the garbage first. So I did my best to quickly round it all up as the other employees were getting ready to leave (it was time to go home). Oksana waved goodbye from behind a chain-link fence and I suddenly remembered I was supposed to read her notes.
Paint the town green.
It’s been a while since I had a memorable dream, and I mean that literally. Most of the time, I only have a foggy recollection of what goes on in my head during the night. Wednesday morning was an exception. As soon as I woke up, I started typing on my iPhone in a desperate attempt to record every bit of nocturnal weirdness before it faded away. What follows is a slightly edited version of what I wrote:
There’s a big remodel/construction project going on at my parents’ new house. Mom and dad are still living in the old one. My sister Sarah is here and Oksana (an attractive girl from work) is in the kitchen. Apparently, she forgot to put some kind of food in the oven and asks me if I did. I say I didn’t, and she pretends it’s my fault. Sarah walks down the hallway, enters the kitchen, and gets one of those weird expressions on her face. She tells Oksana that I’m already married (which I’m not), just to make me mad. Oksana has no response.
He's got that crazy Indiana Solo look.
After my good friend Luca relayed a particularly unusual and humorous dream of his, it wasn’t long before I had one of my own. And let me tell you, it’s a dream to end all dreams. Or at least puzzle the pants off most decent folk.
As is the case with most dreams, I woke up in a cold sweat gasping for breath, sweeping back the covers with dramatic flair. Well, not quite. But I did wake up and immediately grab a pencil, proclaiming “Blog!” at the top of my voice. Well, I didn’t shout, but there was a definite mental cry of eureka.
