Dream

Generally I don’t appreciate it when people tell me all about their dreams.

Sure, it was exciting for them, but come on, it was just a dream, and unless you show me an actual brain-video of it, I’m probably not that interested.

There is an exception, of course.  If it’s someone I truly care about, I want to hear all about their dream.  But most people… it’s a negatory.

So this is why I hesitate to share my dreams because…  the very same reason.  Unless you dreamed it yourself, it’s pretty boring.

REALITY:  Walking into a shopping center from the back side I saw some bees near the ground.  So I backed up to take a closer look… it was one of those rectangular green plastic utility covers, the kind that would cover irrigation controls.  The cover was half off, so half the utility box was open.  Bees had taken up residence and were coming and going, and I could clearly see honeycombs inside.

DREAM:  That night (or more accurately, very early the next morning, since you don’t remember dreams unless you are awakened during them) I dreamed that a light grey cat had wandered into a kitchen cupboard.  There were bees in it!  I was horrified that the cat would soon be stung.  Suddenly I looked and the cat had been duplicated… there were now six identical grey cats sitting calmly on various shelves among the bees.  Then there was just one cat again, and the bees came together and formed a big giant thumblike platform and lifted the cat up off a shelf and gently set him down on the floor.

See what I mean about other people’s dreams being boring!