Dreaming…
My father, many, many years ago, labeled me a “Dreamer”. I
made the mistake of sitting around and dreamt about everything that popped into
my mind; usually my dreams were of science fiction. I watched as many SF movies
as I could, considering; going to a movie, in those days was only 25 cents.
Those dreams, though, got me to write science fiction stories. I don’t regret
those dreams.
In recent years, I still dreamt bad and good, more on the
bad later. However, for instant, I have always had that dream I would win 10
million dollars, still hasn’t happen, but I keep that dream in the back corner
of my mind. I do remember seeing a computer, at Best Buy, and told myself, that
was the computer I wanted! I had never seen a one piece computer before and it
was the...one.
Nearly 10 years ago, I started doing surveys’ online and for
a long time I never won anything. I would just accumulate points in order to get
gift cards, and that was fine, ten bucks here, ten bucks there…I purchased a
ton of Apple gift cards and music. Six years ago, I got an email from an unknown
person; the note read that I had won a computer. I kind of ignored the note for
a couple of days, then, I got another email from the same person.
So, the note said, call this person to verify who I am. I
did one better and Googled the company and asked for that person. She told me
that I indeed won a computer, the one I had seen at Best Buy, the year before.
She mentioned to me that she wished that more people would call.
Anyway, in the years following, I have won more gift cards
and a 55-inch Sony flat screen Boob tube, and more gift cards. However, as of
today, I have not won anything in the Lottery, still dreaming about that
though. And, I am still dreaming about my perfect, dream woman – not really,
but it pops up every now and then.
The Bad, well, not all that bad. I remember dreaming about
having a crash while I was driving and it had happened a few times in my adult
life. Years ago, I remember dreaming about my brother and I heard him screaming,
“Freddy, Help me, Help me!” A few days later, I heard he was in New York; he
had been attacked and was in the hospital. I also remember a friend, who lives
in Boston told me she was flying to Chicago the next day. That night, for
whatever reason, I dreamt about a plane crashing. The next day was 9/11.
Not all of my dreams have been that bad or devastating. One
thing, or dream I have, more often than not, as I am washing the dishes, (yes,
I still wash my dishes by hand, even though I have a dishwasher), I always, as
I am washing one particular knife, a large butcher knife, think that I might
drop that thing on my foot. That has been going on as long as I have had that
butcher knife and or have been washing the dishes.
Today it happened. I dropped a knife onto my foot. Now I won’t
have to think about that anymore, because it happened and it’s over. I am just
thankful that it was a butter knife!
