Dreams

Dreams can be mysterious, profound or stupid. I tend to have the stupid ones as if the the Three Stooges are my mentors on the other side of the thin veil. About three years ago I dreamed someone was strangling my feet--a nefarious band of foot stranglers intent on dream invasions. My long suffering wife awakened by screams of "Help! They've got me!" soothed my trembling feet and told me to take off my too tight socks and go back to bed. The next day I wrote a poem about the experience that was subsequently selected for a collection of poems by the Portsmouth Herald. A couple of nights ago I had a dream that Karen and a friend were acting really immature with funny faces and strange noises while we were waiting for someone important to come into the room any second. No matter what I said they got even more silly. I remember getting so frustrated until finally I could not take it anymore and started tapping her on the head-rata tat tat but it wasn't confined to the dream. I was actually slapping the top of her head poking out of the covers. "Hey! What are you doing?" I was so embarassed and said I was so sorry. I explained my dream aand she assured me she was ok. At that point I began to laugh so hard and couldn't stop for at least 15 minutes. Now she calls me the head slammer. Hmmm. I wonder--a poem entitled the "Head Slammer" maybe.