Last night I dreamed of coffee. I downed about four cups in five minutes and felt more caffeinated than I ever have awake, all restless and jittery. If dreams came off the shelf, I’d return this one as defective.
Why do we ask kids what they dream of doing when they grow up? Dreams are bizarre. “I dream of flying across a canyon, except suddenly I’m underwater, swimming, and it’s miles deep but I can see and breathe fine, except then the mermaid king….”
Sorry, kid. Not gonna happen.
I rarely did (and rarely do) dream about being a musician. But I think about it every hour of every day.
What do you dream about? I don’t care. I am interested in your daydreams.