I had a dream. No, it wasn’t one of those “set the slaves free” or “equality for everyone” kind of dream. It was much more meaningless. In this particular dream, a tin can full of nuts (the metal kind that go with bolts) exploded, shooting the metal objects high into the air. So as to not get hurt, I, of course, tried to bat the nuts out of the air (I almost broke my lamp in this process). All this, naturally, happened in an elevator. My loving wife says I was yelling “whoa, whoa, whoa. What IS that?”
In the morning, I came to the conclusion I have a new career goal. I want to be the Dream Maker. I want to be the guy who plans out dreams for people. I am not sure what kind of education is needed for that, or where one sends their resume, or what the job pays, but I would like to do that job.
Think about it. What does the Dream Maker do? The way I experience dreams, I figure the Dude must sit at his computer, pull up my dream schedule for the night, and add the necessary ingredients. Last night it was a can of nuts, an explosion, and an elevator. Tonight it could be a beach ball, a lizard, and the moon. And it could potentially be a lizard that looks like a baseball bat, and the moon of a different planet. After things get started, a semi truck will get added for extra effect.
Now, how can you tell me this would not be a fun job? I pull up Bob’s schedule and look around a bit. Oh, a basketball net. And a chevy truck, with a flat tire. Hmm, not very exciting. Let’s see, I feel like making Bob sweat. I think I’ll add an unflushed toilet from Home Depot, and maybe a poisonous snake. No, wait. A badger. Better yet, it could be a badger without legs. Yes, that’ll do. A poisonous badger that slithers on it’s stomach. A badger named Serena. With babies that look like platypuses. Speaking of Serena, let’s throw in a tennis racket and transport Bob to a desert island. I think I shall add that guy from Survivor who ran around naked. And a trombone. Make that a blue trumpet.
I suppose even this job would have it’s bad days. The Dream Maker could run out of new ideas and now the dreams are a little boring. Cathy is now dreaming about sitting at her computer playing Civilization all night. She is tired, and bored, but is tied to her chair. Yawn. What a boring dream.
Of course, the Dream Maker does get vacation time, so when that happens, I guess he just puts the tape in the VCR and sets it to repeat. That is why we have reoccurring dreams. Don’t forget that some nights are simply dreamless because of a thunderstorm knocking out power at Dream Central.
Well, I see by the clock on the wall, it is time for me to hit the hay. I guess I’ll see what the Dream Maker can do with a rabbit with horns, hubcaps from a van, and a doorknob. And don’t forget the CN Tower.
In the morning, I came to the conclusion I have a new career goal. I want to be the Dream Maker. I want to be the guy who plans out dreams for people. I am not sure what kind of education is needed for that, or where one sends their resume, or what the job pays, but I would like to do that job.
Think about it. What does the Dream Maker do? The way I experience dreams, I figure the Dude must sit at his computer, pull up my dream schedule for the night, and add the necessary ingredients. Last night it was a can of nuts, an explosion, and an elevator. Tonight it could be a beach ball, a lizard, and the moon. And it could potentially be a lizard that looks like a baseball bat, and the moon of a different planet. After things get started, a semi truck will get added for extra effect.
Now, how can you tell me this would not be a fun job? I pull up Bob’s schedule and look around a bit. Oh, a basketball net. And a chevy truck, with a flat tire. Hmm, not very exciting. Let’s see, I feel like making Bob sweat. I think I’ll add an unflushed toilet from Home Depot, and maybe a poisonous snake. No, wait. A badger. Better yet, it could be a badger without legs. Yes, that’ll do. A poisonous badger that slithers on it’s stomach. A badger named Serena. With babies that look like platypuses. Speaking of Serena, let’s throw in a tennis racket and transport Bob to a desert island. I think I shall add that guy from Survivor who ran around naked. And a trombone. Make that a blue trumpet.
I suppose even this job would have it’s bad days. The Dream Maker could run out of new ideas and now the dreams are a little boring. Cathy is now dreaming about sitting at her computer playing Civilization all night. She is tired, and bored, but is tied to her chair. Yawn. What a boring dream.
Of course, the Dream Maker does get vacation time, so when that happens, I guess he just puts the tape in the VCR and sets it to repeat. That is why we have reoccurring dreams. Don’t forget that some nights are simply dreamless because of a thunderstorm knocking out power at Dream Central.
Well, I see by the clock on the wall, it is time for me to hit the hay. I guess I’ll see what the Dream Maker can do with a rabbit with horns, hubcaps from a van, and a doorknob. And don’t forget the CN Tower.
1 comments:
I have never dreamed of playing Civilization...and if I do NOW....I know where you live Mr.
Cathy
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