This is a post about dreams… Not in the aspirational sense of the word, but the actual dreams that you have at night when you’ve drifted off, and you’re snoring away.
When I was a child, I dreamt that I could fly.
As a young adult, my dreams were filled with what I can most politely characterize as successful romantic conquests.
Now that I have entered middle age, I’d like to share the dream that I had last night, which I think is a good example of a middle aged man’s dreams. Last night I dreamed that I was able to find the squeegee that I’ve been looking for. It was at WalMart, and it only cost $6. I couldn’t have been more happy or satisfied.
You’re beginning to lose you’re grip on the turkey when even your best dreams are mediocre.
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