I dream in four-wheel drive Cajun voodoo wanderings. Often times the dream feels as real as real life. I wake up thinking I’m pretty positive that my dream actually happened, like in some parallel universe because I still have all kinds of emotion and thoughts wrapped up in it.
So I get annoyed when I tell a person “who was there“ in the dream with me about the dream, and they act like they don’t know what I am talking about. Like when I told a cashier at Kroger that I had a dream about her driving my car on a beach and then she sat under the coffee table at my mom’s house eating Lays potato chips. I explained how because of her, we couldn’t hear the TV and missed the last five minutes of an episode of “Stranger Things” that Justin Bieber was featured in and to this day I still do not know what happened.
The cashier just smiled and rang me up and acted like she didn’t know what I was talking about. So I smiled back because I knew she would never admit that after “Stranger Things” she wiped her greasy potato chip hands on my mom’s carpet and then let a rhino stab his horn into the trunk of my Pontiac.
I wanted to shout, “Liar” at her but I didn’t. I just pretended we didn’t meet up in some alternative universe early one Saturday morning and that everything was cool. ©Excerpt from “The Almost True Tales, Thoughts & Observations of a Life Long Black Sheep Rebel Girl”
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Black Sheep Rebel Girl