So last night I had one of those crazy dreams…I was working at some major retailer in some major city, professing my undying affection for one my high school crushes, who had just arrived in the store in a panic-room style elevator. She was returning my advances, only to tell me she was part of a revolution about to attack the city, from the basement, with an army of high tech weapons and a bunch of revolutionary friends, and she asked me to join her, which, of course, I did “for love” or some such sentimental reason.
Then Elijah woke up thirsty and wanted his water refilled. At 4:30am. Sweet.
One of those real “real” dreams where you think it’s really happening, and the only reason I’m posting it is because it was so crazy …and it sounds like the plot to a great story or maybe even book, and I don’t want to forget it…
P.S. I was a lot younger in the dream too…and even had all my hair back. Been having a lot of those lately.