My Weirdest Dream to Date
OK. What I am about to relate is not informative. It is not particularly helpful. It will do little to brighten your day. What it will do is put down via electronic paper and pen the weirdest dream I've ever experienced.
I don't remember where I was or what I was doing, when I met an old chum I went to college with, Paul M. He was a physics major as I recall, minoring, if you choose to use the term, in mathematics. I still remember seeing him in the activities center speaking in amazement of the difficulty of "Hilbert Spaces."
In my dream, suddenly there he was. Naturally he was unchanged. When I spoke to him he told me he'd dumped all that physics mess and taken up with some kind of phone-like device. He had a motorcycle and some kind of super-wrinkled, leather jacketed, hippy girlfriend or wife (or so I thought). Paul broke out in some kind of dreadful song.
His girlfriend took me to meet her mother. Her mother raised hundreds of emaciated skunks that didn't exactly look like skunks. They were near starvation, and she was one of those crazy old-lady animal hoarders. Below the gutters, instead of rain water, there was skunk urine.
Then the crazy girlfriend took me to her own home where three old witch-like aunts lived. They all shook so bad I thought they had some kind of palsy.
And then it happened! A man comes to the door and wants to see "the First Lady." This woman, then, was in reality the wife of the President of the United States!
Poof! I woke up.
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