, , , , , , , , , , , ,


So, I had this dream last night that I was in a terrible car accident. I get out and look at the car. Apparently my car had hit something because the metal was all twisted and smashed and there was steam pouring out of the engine. I instinctively was aware that my invisible friend who was in the passenger seat was dead. I turn to go in the house to call the police. Apparently the accident had happened while I was parked in my driveway. Anyway: I am followed at this point by yet another invisible friend who is apparently a reality show camera guy. I instinctively know this because the dream is seen from his view point and I randomly turn to face him and tell him my inner most thoughts. So, I pick up the phone and call the police. They tell me they are on their way. Several hours pass. Here my friend Cameron (from Ferris Bueller’s day off) comes in carrying a large jug of Hawaiian tropical fruit punch. He is complaining because he didn’t have a glass and he was so incredibly thirsty. I look at camera guy and say “he brought bright red Hawaiian punch?  Like there is any tropical or fruit in that stuff.” Camera guy and I apparently hurt Cameron’s feeling by ignoring him as we rush past him on an important mission to plug in both blow dryers (that I instinctively knew the police would need when they got there.) Now I look up and see the police light finally coming down the road. Camera guy and I rush to the screen doors to prop them open, but then decide that too many mosquitoes will get in that way. So we close them behind us as we go out to the scene of the accident. We now approach the car as officers begin to examine, measure and dust the car for fingerprints. The commanding officer turns to me at this point and says “Clearly this accident and incidentally the death of your invisible friend here was cause by your irresponsibility.” To this I indignantly respond with “ irresponsible, Me? It took you two hours to get here when it is only a 10 minute drive away. Mean while I have stood vigil over my invisible friends none existent body, kept watch on the car so that no one could tamper with the evidence, had my friend bring drinks in for you and your guys and I have both blow-dryers plugged in and ready for you and your officers to use!” Now the Officer raises his hand to me and says “O.K. Sir, you just need to wake up. You have to go to the bathroom.” Upon waking I think to myself, How weird was that? … He called me Sir. (as if that was the only weird thing about the dream.) LOL I love the way my mind works ~~~ and I love my life!


Find my work on these fine sites…Happy Shopping!

icon-etsy LogoPromotionFineArtAmerica Society6_Logo_Red