I’m not sure if I’ve been reading Chingo Dreams too much lately, or maybe because I actually got 12 hours of sleep last night. It could be that I was also sick last night/this morning, and I have a lot of internal combustion going on trying to fight it. Whatever the reason, I had some pretty awesome dreams last night, and more importantly, I remembered some of them. Because I’m always willing to share with the world, here’s my favorite one:
It started out as Christmas in Wisconsin. I knew it was Wisconsin because we were in some sort of basement with wood panelled walls, deer heads, stuffed bass with the lure that caught them still in their mouths, and old “vintage” furniture. My brother was handing out yo-yos to everyone, but not the regular kind of yo-yo. The cool, Duncan brand butterfly type yo-yo, only these were about as big around as my head. As I sat there trying to unwravel the string from around the yo-yo, the scene changed.
Now, I was in the head float of a parade. There was a huge crowd around, with ticker tape, cheering, laughing, children, families, the whole nine yards. The one problem was that I was only wearing a terrycloth bath robe, and I had it draped around my shoulders like I was the Prom King, sharing my twig and two bits with the world. By my side was Suzy Goss (high school classmate-she was a HAS [Hot, Athletic, Smart] girl that I had a big crush on, a cheerleader, basketball player, volleyball, etc), and we were having a grand old time on the float. The crowd was cheering for us, and we were waving, smiling, throwing candy, and all that. On the other side of Suzy was some sort of Chaperone, she kind of reminds me of the Russian’s Wife in Rocky IV. Her job was to smack me every time the boys came out to play, and make sure that I either tucked them back between my legs, or behind Suzy (I’m not sure why that was more acceptable than the alternative, but oh well).
It turns out that the parade was heading to Disney Land. Once we got to Disney Land, I tied the robe around myself more firmly (for the children), and we went inside. At the entrance, there were two subway-esque turnstyle’s, one of which led to the amusement park and which had a line around the world, and the other which led to the Jesse James room. Suzy and I went to the Jesse James room turnstyle, followed the spiral staircase down and around four flights, and ended up in some swank private hotel room. Once there, Suzy tore off my robe and threw it in the fireplace to start a fire. Instead of leaving me nekid and open to the wind, I had managed to find a James Bond style tuxedo to wear underneat the robe, and was sporting a very debonaire attitude.
After the fire was crackling merrily from my terrycloth robe, we retired to the bed. And, of course, my alarm went off.
Does anyone know of a way to go back to sleep and rejoin a dream? Because I wouldn’t mind making my way back into that one. Of course, with my luck, I’d probably end up back with the Chaperone, who keeps smacking me whenever and wherever.
