| This dream started out with me standing in my grandma’s kitchen. (Not the one mentioned previously-the other granny.) I’m standing there, reading a copy of the Neverending Story, when I notice that all the characters have the same names as my family! Doug, Barbara, Ashley, Abby, Andrew, Kerry, you name them, they were there. The only one I couldn’t find was my dad. I did, however, find a character named Steve. I immediately took action, renaming my dad “Steve”. (Any relation to Jay? Could be…both are about the same height, both play the bass, but I digress.) I immediately show my discovery to my grandma and tell her of her son’s new name. She is delighted, and hurries off to tell the rest of the family (gathered in her living room like they are at Christmas) of the wondrous new story. I then get into a conversation with my uncle Doug, discussing water bottle labels. (This is a major issue to some people at our school. It’s “uncool” to have certain brand names.) I was telling him about this, discussing sides of the issue, demonstrating decorating techniques on a handy bottle, and basically telling him everything he never needed to know about water bottle labels. He is fascinated, and we start discussing foreign water bottles. That leads us around to talking about France, and Uncle Doug has a brilliant idea. “We should all go to France!” I agree enthusiastically and we run into the living room and announce the plan. The adults, giddy with excitement over their names being in a book, stand up and cheer. We all head out to the driveway, where there is a parked car that could comfortably seat twenty five. As luck would have it, that’s exactly how many family members are there at that very moment. We all pile in and Steve (that would be my newly-named dad) starts the car, backs it out of the driveway, and heads down the street. The street ends right before it runs into Lake Kim Tam. (Named after its owner's daughters-Kimmie and Tammy.) Steve floors it down the street, right towards the lake. We’re all yelling “Dad!” “Dave-I mean Steve!” “Son!” “Look out!” as he barrels down the street. At the very end, he hits the cigarette lighter and the car levitates off the ground and soars over the lake. We then fly to France (within ten minutes) and park in midair right outside the Eiffel Tower. I looked really hard at the observation deck, and realized that a certain accordion player and his band were amusing the French by playing big yellow bass drums. But no one else in my family was interested in the band (how could they not be!). They were more interested in one of my family’s biggest friends. Leaning on the Tower is our old pal, Voldemor the Mime. Voldemor is approximately the same size as the Tower, and dressed in the black and white striped shirt and black pants that are traditional, with the black beret and the face paint completing the ensemble.We get out of the twenty-five seater midsize car, and walk on the air over to old Voldy, who stretches his arms out and hugs all of us at once while shouting “Mes Amis! Vous avez retournee!” (I think that means “My friends! You have returned!” although my French is a bit rusty.) And then I woke up. My Take On It Next Dream |
| He Never Told Me He Was A Mime! 01/25/01 |