THE STUFF THAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF

BY DAN MILLER
(originally posted December 5, 2005)

I'm a bit concerned about the nature of my dreams.

I'm referring to literal dreams, the kind you have at night when you're sleeping.

When I was younger my dreams would take me to far away places.... or great adventures.... or romantic encounters that I would never have had the courage to pursue in real life.

They could be frightening, or funny.

They could also be downright embarrassing.
I've had those dreams where I'm called up in front of a group of people, and that's precisely the moment I realize that -- for some reason -- I've forgotten to wear pants that day.
And I figure maybe -- just maybe -- no one will notice!

On many nights I've dreamed I was back in the Army at Fort Jackson, having to go through basic training again.

I've often dreamed of being sent back in school, totally unprepared for the test that I've just been handed.

And every time I've started a new job or television program, I've had heart-pounding dreams of being thrown on the air, totally unprepared.

Nowadays, I don't dream as often as I used to, and when I do -- well...............

I'll tell you a dream I had a few nights ago.
When I woke up, I wrote it down, so I wouldn't forget.
Here it is, exactly as I dreamed it:

My wife and I were in the car taking some shirts to the dry cleaners.

Along the way, I spotted a dry cleaning establishment we'd never used before.

We decided to try it.
We stopped, and took the shirts inside.
I asked the clerk if she could please repair a button that had come off the shirt.

She assured me they could.

I then inquired about when the shirts would be ready.
“Two days”, she told me.

The clerk asked if we wanted starch.... my wife said, "light starch please."

We thanked her and left.

End of dream.

Oh, be still my heart!!!

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