Dream a little dream of...

I had a dream a few nights ago and it went something like this...

Mac and I were treasure hunting in Africa. We land at the airport and I rent a Convertible Land Rover and off we go into the African Bush (go ahead and laugh at the image of me in the African Bush- I too laughed- when I woke up and reflected on the absurdity of such). We travel along a dirt road forever, seeing nothing but African nature straight from a film called... Out of Africa, and as clouds roll in and darkness falls, we come upon a bar. It's a "town" on a map, but all Mac and I could see was just a run down bar. We are tired, dirty, dusty, and thirsty. We park in an area where there are other vehicles and animals "parked" which is about 100 yards from the bar.

When we walk inside, it's like a scene from Crocodile Dundee. Everything goes silent and deathly still. Everyone is staring at us. Then suddenly a guy calls out my name and runs over to embrace me, and then all the noise surges back again, people move and it's like nothing broke their strides.

Now the guy hugging me is acting like we are best long lost friends. The guy is William R. Moses, and he's asking about my family, telling Mac he's grown, just like someone I know. He goes on and on about how funny it is to run into me in the African Bush. The three of us sit down and have a few beers and bullshit, and eat.

I'm really casual about telling him why Mac and I are there and he says we shouldn't be running around the Bush without a guide or help so he decides to come along. So he grabs some supplies and he and Mac head out the the Land Rover and I said I'll meet them there after I visit the Ladies Room.

I go to the bathroom and then leave the bar. It's storming like nothing I've ever seen, lots of lightening and thunder and the rain is just pounding down in torrents. As I'm running across the parking area, I see money on the ground. And not just random bills, but lots of money sort of bound together in plastic wrap. Rolled not in typical fashion and not in bricks, but rather, rolled length-wise so it looked like a baton. And there were several of them on the ground so I was scooping them up and stuffing them down the front of my white beater (pink) shirt. Then out of nowhere, behind me, comes a pack of Pygmies wielding spears, and hockey sticks. They started chasing me. I just jumped into the back seat of the Land Rover and that's when I woke up!

And here's where it gets even more weird. (Is that possible?)

I lay there in bed and thought it was really a weird dream. I was really awake. I looked at the clock, 5:40 am, and I heard the television from down stairs. I listened a while longer and I could hear I Love Lucy and a laugh track. I like watching Lucy and I couldn't understand why dad was up this early on weekend and WHY he was watching TV, to boot. So I grab my robe, walk into the living room and... nothing. The house is dark and quiet. I listen outside dad's bedroom door and nothing. No TV is on, no one is awake but me. WEIRD!! I was awake but now I was hearing things. Strange, I know. I walked around the house, turned on the TV to just see if Lucy was on (she wasn't) and I turned on lights. I read for awhile, drank some OJ and then went back to bed and didn't dream any more.

And I swear I didn't drink a damn bit oc booze (tho I really wanted a Cosmo) before I went to bed... what the heck was that all about?

Dreaming with my eyes wide open,
Maggie