Do you remember your dreams? Sometimes I do, especially if I wake up in the middle of one. After I stir, I’ll remember the dream for a bit, and then it will usually fade away after an hour or two.
What about recurring dreams? As a child, I used to repeatedly dream that I was alone in a car that was rolling uncontrollably down a very steep hill. I always saw the exact same scene of a dashboard and the same view out of the windshield. Strangely enough, I never tried to do anything to stop the car. Perhaps this dream explains my complete and total dislike of driving in the mountains. The whole driving up, down, and around steep inclines really frightens me. I severely tested how much I disliked mountain driving when I took my two kids to Chimney Rock about a year and a half ago. I was so not happy driving on the twisting two lane roads, and don’t even get me started about climbing the stairs and walking onto the protruding boulder with the flag flying on it once we finally arrived at Chimney Rock. Needless to say, I did not go anywhere near the edge of the lookout platform and had to look straight ahead, not down,while descending the stairs.
Well, I digress, back to dreams. My husband awoke this morning and announced that he had a rather strange dream last night. Patrick dreamed that he was at his funeral, but no one could see him there, and Dr. Seuss was providing the eulogy. I know, it is odd, but keep in mind that my husband is the man who wants a party complete with a keg and disco ball to celebrate his eventual passing,which is hopefully in the very distant future. Apparently, Dr. Seuss’s eulogy was in Theodore Geisel’s trademark rhyming couplet style, and at 8 AM this morning Patrick rattled off the following:
Should we bury him in the ground?
Should we put him upside-down?
Shall we place him in a box?
Shall we bury him wearing socks?
I will miss him, yes I will
Especially when I pay the bill.
I will miss him, yes I can
His corpse smells like green eggs and ham.
He was a great big Gator fan.
He never grew up, like Peter Pan.
I will miss him quite a lot
Where he's going it's mighty hot.
Okay, so we can be a bit irreverent with a dark sense of humor in our family. But see if you can make up your own Dr. Seuss-style ode for fun. It certainly got our day off to a rollicking start.
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