Dreams Come True

A few weeks ago—I don’t know why—I dreamed I was girl-cleaning my house.  For those of you not in the know, girl-cleaning is when you really clean.  You lift stuff up and wipe underneath.

Boy-cleaning, contrarily, is when you wipe around stuff. 

Weirdly enough, a few days later, the dream came true and I found myself girl-cleaning my bathroom.

Not very long after that, I had a dream where I needed to fix something or other at the house.  For the life of me, I could not find a single tool.  Not so much as a screwdriver in my junk drawer.  Not a tool of any kind in my garage.  Where had they gone?  In the dream, I had to drive to town and buy all new tools.

So here it is.  Not long after that, my truck’s battery fell on its face and refused to get up and start the engine.  I had tools here, but they were not exactly what I needed.  When I went into town to pick up a battery, I also purchased a toolkit with a variety of wrenches and an extensive socket set.

After last night, I’m a little worried.

In my latest dream, I found myself driving a narrow street.  Parked cars lined both sides of the street.  Just as I was thinking I needed to watch for children running out from between parked cars, out popped Keith Richards directly in front of me.  He stood there, holding an electric guitar. 

Before I could even begin to wonder where the rest of the Rolling Stones were, I mowed down Keith Richards with my truck.

-- Mitchell Hegman