Unbelievable..

 I had already written this morning’s post to be typed up when I awoke, but this happened in my sleep.

I swear that these three dreams were dreamt last night sometime between 01:30 and 06:30.. Just the way I’m telling it, down to the last detail.. They are in order to how they occurred..        

    “ To sleep, perchance to dream..Ay, there’s the rub..”                                                                  Hamlet - Shakespeare     

                      Dream One

I had taken two popular, prescription sleeping pills after the Cowboy game last night. (Trazadone.. It is known for causing very vivid dreams..) I don’t sleep much anymore and I was pretty wired up after Dallas put a king sized whuppin’ on the hapless Colts..                   Finally, about 01:00 a.m. I fell into a fitful slumber..And then the shit hit the fan..                I was in a house - my house, but the floor plan was strange.. I was cleaning an 85 gallon fish tank that I owned 50 years ago in the middle of the night..The doorbell rings and my wife went to the door.. I reached into the coffee table and got my Ruger 357, and followed her..She is at the door, her hand reaches for the handle as I post up ten feet behind her, knees slightly bent, and aim directly where I think whoever is knocking me up late at night’s head should be.. She hesitates and then a LOUD knock follows..                                                              You could cut the tension with a knife..

The gun goes off, putting a neat hole 8 inches above and just to the left of her head, through the metal door..

She turns and looks at me - then opens the door..  No one is there..

                        Dream Two

My wife, ( a different one) decided to go for a walk very late at night.. She has a good lead on me so I hurry to catch up..We are in the countryside..The landscape is heavily wooded and TOTALLY unfamiliar - I’ve never been there before in my life..We pass through a hollow and come up and out into a large meadow.. I’m scolding her for going out so late when I hear a loud noise approaching fast.. I look down in my hand and I still have my loaded 357 magnum from the PREVIOUS dream, loaded but with one spent shell in it.. I swing open the cylinder and remove the empty casing.. A copper colored hot-rod comes tearing-ass over a ridge about 70 yards to our right..As it passes by us I yell, “Slow down, asshole!” The brake lights come on, but the car keeps going.. After a moment or two I see headlights coming back straight at us.. I tell her to run to a nearby oak tree, get behind it, and get low..She does, and I turn back to the oncoming vehicle, leveling my pistol, and hold as steady as I can..

The car disappears into thin air..

I scream at her to RUN - that I’m right behind her.. I watch her take off like a scalded dog..

I’m walking home very quickly, looking back - and I see a figure a hundred yards behind me..Following fast.. I keep going and look back again - now the figure has closed the distance.. I run like hell..

Why didn’t I stand my ground and wait for him? Because he had already made himself and a car vanish - I somehow knew that my bullets would go right through him, while his bad intentions would be very deadly to me..   

I woke up..

                       Dream Three

I was at a large lake house with my fiancé attending some kind of a convention retreat with about ten other people..                              I remember pulling her aside and asking her if she wanted children..She smiled and enthusiastically said yes..( She was a composite of every beautiful woman I’d ever known..) I remember her accidentally breaking a Pyrex coffee pot, (which are practically impossible to break.)        I remember picking up the pieces with the help of a fellow retreater, warning him to be careful not to get cut..

We were very happy..

One morning I walked into the garage.. There were three other motorcycles, and my Harley-Davidson Fat Boy, which had been stripped to the frame..The other bikes hadn’t been touched..For some sick reason the thieves had left behind a rusted out piece of shit 1970-ish Honda behind, maybe as trade or consolation.. I fell to the floor on my back moaning, head in hands..

I remembered canceling my full coverage insurance only weeks earlier to save 24 dollars a month..

Sigmund Freud would’ve had a great time with me..

Note to self.. Never, ever take Trazadone again..