Represent

Last night in Dreamland, I headed to a local factory to hang out with some friends who worked there. It was late afternoon, and not much work was going on, so we had a lot of time to talk.

We decided to head to a local restaurant, but were prevented from leaving by the Secret Service. Turns out The President--yes, the current "Our Leader"--was in the building. We watched through a wall of glass while "Our Leader" played ping-pong and laughed it up with state and local dignitaries. Since they could only see us and not hear us, we made fun of all of them.

The time came for "Our Leader" to leave the building, so we were pushed back against a wall, and handed a state flag (we were handed the state flag of Iowa, not Indiana, but I digress), and told to wave it when he walked by. It was pretty dark in the hallway we were standing in, so my friends and I decided to do something to show we were not fans of this president. We would wait until he was passing by, and then "boo" him. It was a heady moment; some of us could lose our jobs by doing anything provocative, but all felt it was the right thing to do.

Just at the moment he passed, we started to "boo"--it sounded like a tornado siren (you know, slow and quiet to start, then gains strength). Our Leader stopped. His head turned, but in the dim light he really couldn't see anything but shadows. "Stop," he shouted. "Who was that?!" he demanded.

There was a moment of silence. All the air, and the sound, left our group. As I said, there were a few of us who could lose our jobs for this. Others of us had small children, and could not risk being arrested.

I stepped forward.

I woke up.

I spent a lot of time after I woke up, deciding what I would have said, as representative of a group of friends so diverse, yet so impacted by the actions of this man. Where to start?

Don't Tiger Briefcase Shower

This week in Dreamland, I was presented with three cautionary tales....

First, I learned that Karen and I should never foster, and raise, a tiger cub. While they may be cute for a while, and you can trust them for
a bit, eventually, they will grow up and try to bite your face off.
Point taken.

The next night, I learned that it's not a good idea to carry around a briefcase full of uranium. While most of my dreams are random, I can completely explain this one.
You just have to read The Accidental Further Adventures of the Hundred-Year-Old Man. Then you too will know why this is a bad idea and how you will end up in North Korea.

Finally, I was reminded never to take a shower in a hotel lobby. For if you do, you will be interrupted over 20 times by each of the Democratic nominees for president!!




You can thank me later for sharing this knowledge with you.