Did you ever have a wonderful dream that was so good, so magical, that waking up to your ordinary life was a disappointment? I've had dreams like that. Some were pure flights of fancy where I could fly among the clouds like a bird. Well, more accurately, I flew like Superman, no arm flapping necessary. Others were pure avarice, where I walked along roads picking up coins that
littered the landscape. Holding the coins, I could feel their weight and see their lovely gleam. I loved those dreams. Upon trying to fly while awake, I was always disappointed. Those crash landings are rough. Memo to self, climbing higher up the tree for each repeat jump doesn't help at all. As to the coin littered landscape, I always had empty pockets when morning came. Desperately clinging to a handful of coins was no help. No matter how tightly I clung to them in my greedy little fingers, they disappeared the second I opened my eyes.
Growing older, I noticed a change in my dreams as well. I seldom dream of flying anymore.
Those dreams have largely been replaced by beautiful women in red convertibles. The women may
vary but the car seems to stay the same. There's been no red convertible parked outside when I wake, though. Good thing, since I'm married now. My lovely wife, Pamela wouldn't understand the dreams, let alone some magical reality. She'd kill me if the real thing showed up.
Looking to the other side of the coin, I've had some ghastly nightmares as well. Hillary Clinton in the White House with daughter Chelsea as her vice president is always good for a shiver or two. Particularly frightening is the one about the Incredible Hulk. For unknown reasons, the Hulk is always crushing my ribs in a vice-like bear hug, all the while screaming like a madman. In the dream, I'm in serious pain. Stranger still, when I wake up, my back still hurts. Now that's unfair. If I have to wake up in Hulk-induced pain, then one of my good dreams should come true as well. Not the women in the convertible though, because I'm married now. At the very least, the coin picking dream should come true. Dreaming of monsters chasing me is an old standby as well. Nowadays, IRS agents replace the
monsters. Of course, it gets worse. The one where Stan Lee is chasing me for dreaming about
Marvel characters without paying a fee is incredibly scary, mostly because I have to write him a check.
I always wake up before he cashes it though.
So what's the point of this blog? My dear Lorefans, it is very simple. On my last few outings, I found a coin or two while making my way hither and yon while looking for ideas and inspiration. As a matter of fact, it seems to be happening more frequently. Hot dog! If that dream came true after all these years, I need to brush up on my Superman poses. After all, I could be flying any day now.