Dream That Dream

This is a re-post of a couple of dreams I had, years ago. What made me dream such absurd things? Only my subconscious knows.

Do you have interesting dreams? If you do, do you tell anyone about them or maybe write them down so you won’t forget? There’s an old saying that if you tell your dream before breakfast, it won’t come true. A few years ago, I went through a period of recording a few of my dreams in a small notebook. These were actual night-time dreams. Here are two dreams that were funny. Why’d I dream such things?

President Bush asked me to be the lieutenant governor of Arkansas. Being a native Oklahoman and just recently moved to Arkansas, I realized I knew nothing about Arkansas history or politics so Mr. Bush was showing me how to memorize facts quickly. Next, in my dream, I was thinking that I would have to move to Little Rock and leave my family. I realized I didn’t want to do that so I decided not to accept the nomination. That ended my brief excursion into politics.

Another interesting dream occurred several nights after my political foray. I had watched a fascinating television program about the fabulously wealthy Biltmore family and their marvelous mansion in North Carolina. That night, I dreamed about  going to visit the Biltmores and having dinner with them. It was Christmas dinner and everyone was dressed to the hilt. But, there was a problem: I had forgotten to take off my gardening gloves before I ate.

Evidently, some time after I had written the dreams, when Sara was a lot smaller, she had gotten my dream notebook and wrote a message for me. The message? “I love you.” That put everything into proper perspective.