Things That Go Bump In The Night

I had a bad dream while we were in New York.

FOUR DAYS LATER.

The dream itself wasn’t really awful. The problem is that, as San Geraldo explains it, I still “don’t understand the difference between asleep and awake.”

In my dream, I had to avoid being swamped under a gigantic truckload of water (about to be dumped on me by a disturbed person), I tried and tried to leap out of the way and couldn’t seem to move.

Anyway, I finally managed to leap — in my dream — into the open space to my right.

Unfortunately, when I dream-leapt, I reality-leapt. About four feet into the air.

I slammed my head into the corner of the large framed painting on the wall above the bed. The gash healed in less than a week and, after more than two weeks, it’s finally no longer sore to the touch.

The Lesson? 
Dreams do come true.


P.S.: Don’t worry about analyzing my dream. It was very easy for me to figure out.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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