Dream Journal 2016-09-20: Fish Learns A Harsh Truth About Adulthood
We begin today’s journey at my parents house, just outside their bedroom door (NO, GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER, YOU PERVERT!) Judging from my height relative to the doorknobs, I’m probably 5 or 6 years old. I’m bursting with excitement, because my dad will soon wake up and tell me of the dreams he had.
But I had the impulse control of a young child, too, and waiting for Dad to wake up naturally was going to be impossible. So I opened the door and climbed onto the bed and started jumping up and down and obnoxiously whispering “DAD! DAD! WAKE UP, DAD!”
My powers of annoyance are mighty, and my father is dragged into the waking world.
“What did you dream about?” I asked him. “Was it cool? Were there dinosaurs?”
“I dreamed about paying taxes.”
“That’s what happens when grown-ups dream, son. All that’s left is disappointment. Let’s go make some pancakes.”
Luckily for Real-Life Fish Davidson(tm), life is filled with enough wonder and puns and magic that crushing disappointment is not necessarily the hallmark of dreaming while adulting.
THANK GOODNESS FOR THAT (AND ALSO DINOSAUR PANCAKES)!
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