Last night I had a dream*

Yesterday was my son's last day of high school. Last night, I backed into his best friend's car. I mean, I dreamed I backed into Joey's car. Actually, I don't think he has his own car.

I don't remember my dreams much. Another fragment from a recent dream:

I was singing with the Gospel Choir at church. We were doing a song with lyrics from a poem I wrote in high school called "Since God is kind". (If my recollection is accurate, the first line is "I wish I was a duck.")

Unfortunately, nobody seemed to know the song (even me, I only knew the words). One of the altos was asked to sing the solo - and she was struggling. We were all trying to fake our way through the song.

I haven't had one of those falling dreams in a while. I've fallen out of planes, from high buildings - normally in crowded, urban areas. I don't ever seem to hit the ground.

I'm not one to dwell on or assume some special significance of dreams. And I don't spend much time trying to remember them.

I don't have any snappy conclusion to this. If I had gotten more sleep last night, I think this would be a better post.

Take care.


* Thanks to Randy Newman for the title. "Everybody scared me - but you scared me the most..."