You know you’re spending too much time in the nooze when it starts breaking and entering into your dreams. When that happens, the dream becomes a nightmare.
The other night I dreamt I had to ride to work every day with… Hillary Clinton! It was a long ride, and I couldn’t get out of it because it was some kind of compulsory car-pool thingy. And she talked and talked and talked all the way there. You couldn’t have a conversation with her, any more than you can have a conversation with a bowling ball.
At least we can wake up from nightmares. The nooze is there every day.
Sorry, but you mentioned a bad dream…here goes:
NIGHTMARE
I once had a nightmare, so long ago.
It’s all faded and dim, but it won’t let me go.
I dreamed the image deep in the night,
It was silent and cold…what a terrible sight.
Its eyes glared at me, how long I don’t know.
They were listless and sullen, black just like coal.
It hovered alone in the air like the mist,
Then it shimmied and crawled and flopped like a fish.
It jumped and it rolled around on the floor;
Then it got up and ran through the door.
My eyes were as wide as the moon in the sky.
Next they fell out, and I wanted to cry.
Then my feet, they just started to go
Away after it, why, I don’t know.
Fairly soon I caught up with that thing,
Then it sat on the ground and started to sing.
I just could not place the tune that I heard,
But I still can recall every last word.
The song was about a number I called—
‘Twas the friendly psychic, they’ll tell you all.
The last thing I heard as I hung up the phone,
“Your dreams will be pleasant, there in your home.”
I was expecting the nightmare’s song to be “Imagine” with John Lennon. That would have jolted me awake.
I did like “Imagine” when it first came out. But years later after I became a Christian, I pondered the words, my, my, what horrible and awful God hating Lyrics.
Not to mention the sheer hypocrisy of it all…
A long ride with Hillary talking would be a nightmare indeed! A long four years with her as President would have been even worse — although some might say that we’re now in the midst of a long four years with Hillary and Bill and Barack operating a dementia-ridden old lying pervert as President.
And that’s being charitable!
By the way, I was at a class at church all yesterday afternoon, I’ve been out doing errands all morning, and I’ve now come home to an overflowing inbox. Considering that I still have to do prep for a meeting tomorrow morning, I probably won’t be around much for the rest of today.
Sounds like your allergies were really getting to you to have a bad dream like that.
That wasn’t even the worst one.