My Dream

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Into the Depths

Saying for the Day
Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives. ~William Dement

Picture of the Day
From our Thanksgiving Gathering

Law enforcement in my dreams is not very efficient. I can’t tell you how many cars I have had stolen and they haven’t recovered one.
Last night I had the dream I have had many times before.
I went to some kind of conference. I parked my car in the parking lot and I went in.
I never seem to care what kind of a conference it is .
Sometimes I park on the street. Sometimes in the alley. Sometimes I have an old car sometimes a new.
Last night I had a new car.
The Conference ends. I say goodbye to people. I thank some of the leaders. Then I go to my car.
And it is gone. It is not where I parked it.
So I check all the other parking places, just in case I parked it someplace else .
But I didn’t find it. So I go back into the conference center and tell the office my car has been stolen.
Last night they called the sheriff. Sometimes they call the police.
He comes very quickly. I explain to him my car has been stolen.
I tell him it’s a green Ford. It is always a green Ford.
Then he wants the licensee number which of course I don’t know.
Now if he was efficient and modern he could go to some kind of data base and get that information.
But he doesn’t. He tells me they’ll do the best they can but he doesn’t have much hope.
I tell him I have had three others stolen and non were ever recovered.
Now three is all I remembered in last nights dream but considering I have this dream in one form or another every other week the number must be in the hundreds.
They have never recovered one of them.
Not a single one!.
But some night I am going to come out of the conference center and find a parking lot full of green Fords. The sheriff will say we solved the case and here are all your missing cars.
I will be overwhelmed.
Then I will discover they were all stolen by the same person who slipped the entry by the editors and made me a Hoop Girl in my senior annual.
I always knew he was up to no good.

News from Pigeon Falls

The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal
Poor Herman. He is not happy with his last vision. It just makes no sense to him. So he has decided he needs to have another one. Tonight he is going to go to the Happy Pigeon and drink seven Haltvers . Then he is going to have a vision to end all visions. His wife keeps telling him that this is insane and if he keeps it up she will divorce him. But Herman is determined. He will have another vision.
Tommy UK is floating. Life is so wonderful. He has decided that he is in love. He didn’t want to be. At times he wishes he wasn’t. But he is . In his mind he has replayed those last two kisses over and over. They get better with each replaying. Now he keeps thinking of Tammy and how wonderful she is. He know he has to stop this. He has to talk to Herman and save the town but he is in love. He hasn’t been alone with Tammy since Monday night in the barn and it is doubtful the opportunity to be alone with her will arise before the end of the week. He wonders how she feels.
Tammy who has been in love with Tommy UK forever is also floating. Life could not be better. He kissed her. He kissed her twice. Like Tommy UK she has replayed that moment over and over in her mind. But she wanted it to happen. It was her dream. Now it was reality. She could wait for their next opportunity to be alone because she knows it will come. Life is wonderful.
Nobody seems to notice that on the far Western edge of Pigeon Falls a shadow has begun to fall.

Wrap Up

Another rough breathing day. Again I went throgh two tanks of oxygen. This was e-Bay day and Betty and I polished, photographed, and listed four different sets of train things. It took longer than we expected to go through the old track and pick out the good ones to sell. Then I visited blogs. Now I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA

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