To Dream a Dream.

Have you ever had a dream and wondered what the “f” was that about. Being able to tell the difference from dreams and reality can be a thin line between insanity and creativity. I’ve been having dreams lately where once the dream ends the anger begins. I wake up mad at the person I had a dream about. When I confront the person the dream was about I realize how thin this line is. Why is it when you dream of something good, like eating a Schlotzsky’s sandwich on a bronco while rescuing a baby who is about to drown in grape Kool Aid, you feel refreshed and creative. But when your wife is picking up numbers from strangers that you have created in your head you wake up steaming out of the ears. If only we could have pleasant dreams all the time. In this world Republicans would stop obstructing and Democrats would grow a pair.