The Dream Thread

[Eddie]

I had my first good night's sleep in many weeks last night, and of course had all kinds of dreams. In one of them, I was with a group of people in an old Victorian English manor house that was a bit run down, but it had this wonderful, warm, welcome, dreamy feeling to it. I didn't recognize any of the people but I really liked them. They were the same kind of folks who would come to Homecoming, and we were there for some sort of learning and fellowship. The whole house was decorated in muted earth-tones, and just about every surface was old wood. The furnishings were all random, though; toilets in the drawing room, day-beds in the kitchen, a billiard table in the hallway, etc.

At one point I had a private discussion with the owners and management of the place; they were thinking of tearing it down because it appeared so old and worn on the inside. But it was still a grand place, and comfortable like a pair of old shoes that you just can't bear to throw away. So I objected, and said, "I'll take all of it, even down to the threadbare carpets!". So they relented.

Then the dream started to go haywire; as I was asleep, I had a full bladder and kept dreaming about wanting to pee everywhere. I finally had to leave the dream and wake up and go to the bathroom.