I had a great dream last night. And it sucks. Because I
have great dreams all the time. Some people don’t
realize how disturbing that can be. Think about when
you have a nightmare, & you wake up in a cold sweat
with your heart beating fast, & you’re all scared. Well
the alternative isn’t much better.
See, my dreams are so good, that I don’t want to
wake up. When I do wake up, instead of being
relieved, I’m upset. And I’m not just talking about
the impossible fantasty-type dreams, although I
do have plenty of those. Like I’m a superhero, flying
around the world, loved by everyone. Or I’m Emperor
Of The World, & I’ve created Universal Peace. Or I’m
a Sultan with my own private Harem.
But I’ll also have the kind of dreams where I’ve
somehow gotten enough money so that ALL of
my depts are paid off, & I can buy a new car &
big screen TV. Or I find out that they’re bringing
back the TV show “Dallas,” with Larry Hagman
returning as J.R. Ewing (I loved that show, that’s
how I got my name). And I’m really excited…and
then I wake up.
And it’s like “F**K! It was just a dream!!!
So then my real life seem so much worse, in
comparison to my dreams, & I spend the rest of
my day remembering that dream & wishing that
it was real. It’s times like this that I hate having
such a vivid imagination.
I can’t even remember the last time I had a nightmare.
But that’s what I want. Let me dream about being
buried alive in a coffin filled with cobras by a bunch of
zombie clowns. So I can wake up scared, and happy
that it’s over. It would be a nice change of pace.