What crazy dreams I have been having! Odd and at times bizarre they are but maybe a window into my mind. I am sure AWL of you have a reoccurring dream, right? I have a standard of maybe 6 ranging from not knowing my locker combination 5 minutes before football practice and I got to suit up or be late and suffer some ghastly punishment at the end of the practice. Plus the usual chastisement by some coaches—known today as verbal abuse, back then "discipline and being made an example". They were selling, team collegiality and support your brother as a block builder for future practice in your adult life. Oh yes football will prepare me for the future…. “What about us Chemistry Majors!”
Another dream is about assisting, getting Beyond Friendship revived at Drury Theater for their season next academic year. Not sure it will work with the wave of popular trends on relationships and morals. It might be like trying to revive the classic sitcom “All in the Family”. I always have these dreams about assisting someone and they are not clear on what they want I am wasting my time, but making coin, but feeling bad.
The most "scenic and memorable" reoccurring dream I am going to talk about is simply about getting a good French pastry. But it is at a place that is truly a nightmare of French stereotypical circumstances. It is somewhere in a neighborhood like Brookside in KCMO--older established neighborhood of the middle to upper class. It is near a Museum/Art Gallery "WE" have visited (the person who is with me but not recognizable). WE park on the street, I am not driving. WE enter up the stairs and turn left into a shop which has a display case of fine French Pastries. WE go to order and everything chosen, there is a problem. They either don't have it today, sold out, they don't make that anymore and then they choose for you. "Oh you don't want that do you?" Spoken in very broken English mixed with French, of which I do je ne parle pas français. I am still learning the English language. It is frustrating and you are offered things as substitutes which are very American; like donuts and frozen waffles cooked in a toaster. WE always leave empty-handed and frustrated, only to find that the car is not parked in the spot WE left it. The car has been moved and WE have to find it in a neighborhood of tree lined streets with old stone walls. Oh yes, no mobile phones, you have to use their pay phone which is either broken or does not accept your coins even though they are American. Maybe Francs would work better--no Euros Please!!!
The last time I had this dream my Father was in it and he ordered more food than he could eat. He got Spaghetti with meat balls, French Fries and a Bologna Sandwich with butter on Wonder Bread. I just knew that when he got home Mom would read him "The Riot Act", whatever that may be in reality. He could hardly carry AWL the stuff he ordered. No bags or "sacks" as we call them in the middle of the country.
I am sure I had some anxiety about something that night, but why? I am retired. We have a great financial plan; bills are paid--life is good. I ride my bike and I try to run a "tight ship" at home. You see, I am the "homemaker" now and I make many decisions that otherwise in years past, Melissa and I, would collaborate on. I always think that 2 heads thinking about decisions is better than one. You start to doubt your logic and then out think yourself. You should have been in my "head" when I was trying to figure out how to split up the final, so called inheritance, our parents left us. It was not "life changing money". But enough to have a good vacation or save for a rainy day, maybe put in a retirement fund. Boy oh boy, did I ponder that answer. In the end it AWL worked out, but I never got a French Pastry for my efforts.
