Remembering a dream is like trying to catch a catfish with your bare hands. They are slippery suckers. But a couple nights ago I had one that kinda sorta made sense, it least in a narrative way, so I was able to piece it together when I woke up this morning.
I was driving down Aloma, coming from Lakemont heading toward Rollins. I got to that stretch of Aloma that forms an "S" and saw a bunch of people milling about on the sidewalk of the first curve. One guy and his son were actually standing in the road, on the dotted line between the lanes. Good thing I was going slow.
I eased past him, and I thought it odd that he hardly noticed my car passing inches from him. "What is going on?" I thought. Then I saw an RV stopped in the right lane, just around the first curve. "What the heck?" I said. (Or something like it; this is a family blog.) I stopped behind it and got out to investigate. At this point I notice that Karen and Michaela are with me.
We go into the RV, and who should we find? Pope Francis! In his RV, making the rounds, I guess. We walked up to him and shook his hand. He had a strange, blank look on his face, kinda like what Bathilda Bagshot looked like in Harry Potter's Deathly Hallows movie, when Harry and Hermione were ambushed by Nagini the sneaky snake who was planted in the old woman's animated corpse.
"Maybe he's tired," I thought. "Let's get a pic." So we gathered around him and I held out my cell phone for a selfie. But I couldn't get a good shot. Then someone bumped us out of the way, and we noticed a line forming to see the Pope. I checked my phone, figured out what was wrong, then walked to the front of the line for another selfie. Well, the people in line got pretty huffy. I tried to explain I wasn't cutting, that I was there first and just needed a quick sec with his Eminence.
They said, "Get back in line." There were, like, 15 people already queued up. It went out the door! I wasn't about to wait around forever, Pope or not. I'm not a very patient guy. That's all I remember.
HOWEVER, last night I had another dream that I was able to remember. If you are still reading this post, I am grateful but at the same time quickly losing respect for you. Anyway, I heard chirping coming from the ceiling of my house, in the corner by the garage. I went outside to investigate and saw some sort of hummingbird/woodpecker hybrid, who had drilled a hole in the framework. I looked in the hole and saw long tunnels burrowed out by the little guy. My house was infested with Hunger Games genetically altered critters! I remember thinking about sending a rat in after them. Good thing I didn't, because I hear that can cause problems too.
Now I'm awake. At least, I think I am… If my dog starts playing Wii or flipping pancakes on the griddle, I'll let ya know.
